The Star River Alliance dispatched a full force of twenty thousand elite troops, surrounding the high mountain where Shi Feng and his group were stationed so tightly that not even a fly could slip through. No matter how powerful Shi Feng and the others might be, facing twenty thousand elite players along with a fair number of top-tier fighters, there was simply no way they could escape unscathed.
"Everyone, spread out as much as possible! Attack in waves, and watch out for Zero Wing's AoE spells!" Chi Yu barked out rapid-fire orders.
The Star River Alliance had done its homework on Zero Wing's key members and their methods. The two greatest threats to the elite army were Hei Zi's Star of Light and Shi Feng's Flame Spirit Storm—both skills had already demonstrated devastating destructive power on multiple occasions.
If everyone charged in at once, they would simply make the perfect targets.
"Twenty thousand elite players against Black Flame and his hundred. Even without the Seven Sins Flower lifting a finger, they'll bleed them dry," Leng Qiu remarked from a nearby mountain peak, gazing down at the sea of elite players flooding the slopes below.
Players in the Divine Realm had stamina limits—they weren't inexhaustible.
Fighting ordinary players was one thing, but here every single opponent was an elite, with plenty of top-tier fighters mixed in. There was no way to end a battle in a short amount of time.
Grinding regular monsters was a different story. It didn't demand much from the player—you didn't need to push yourself into an extreme combat state. Under normal fighting conditions, a player could sustain combat for a long while.
But maintaining a high-speed battle in an extreme combat state was a whole other matter. The drain on stamina and mental energy was terrifying.
It was like long-distance running. If someone had the stamina to jog ten kilometers, asking them to sprint at top speed—and manage even one kilometer—would be a miracle.
Fighting in extreme state worked the same way.
If the roles were reversed, even ten thousand of them wouldn't stand a chance against this enemy. The only option would be to run. Staying and fighting meant certain death.
The fact that the Star River Alliance was willing to commit twenty thousand troops to hunt down Black Flame and his people spoke volumes about how seriously they took him. No ordinary top-tier player ever received treatment like this.
And the news had already blown up on the official forums.
"Zero Wing is insane—one hundred people against twenty thousand!"
"I wonder how it'll end. I'd love to see it with my own eyes."
"They're probably all going to get wiped out. That's twenty thousand guild elites."
"True. Those are twenty thousand elites, not twenty thousand trash mobs. If Zero Wing actually wins this, it'll go down as a legend in the Divine Realm."
"How many do you think Zero Wing's hundred can take down before it's over?"
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This battle would determine who controlled the Stone Claw Mountain Range, and every player in the Star Moon Kingdom was paying close attention. A clash of this magnitude was a rare sight indeed.
On the official site, beyond the players' discussions, a live broadcast of the battle was being streamed.
This time around, the Star River Alliance hadn't cleared the area. They had allowed other players to come and watch, intending to show everyone just how powerful the Star River Alliance really was. But now, they were beginning to regret that decision.
"Everyone, charge! Let the whole world know what happens when you cross the Star River Alliance!" Chi Yu roared, directing the masses toward the mountaintop.
Instantly, the twenty thousand elite troops swept uphill in tight formation, leaving absolutely no gap for Zero Wing to break through. Their plan was to annihilate Black Flame and his group down to the last person.
The Alliance army was halfway up the mountain when a dark figure materialized in midair, black wings beating, conjuring a violent gust of wind.