Feng Xing's situation was far from good. At this point, they had been completely surrounded by nearly twenty thousand players from more than ten countries. It was not that Jian Si and the other scattered assassins had failed to keep watch; there were simply too many enemies this time. By the time they received the warning, the enemy had already formed an encirclement. Moreover, the enemy's air force moved swiftly, tangling with them in a very short time and preventing them from breaking out. This gave the enemy's main forces enough time to surround them completely.
Fortunately, just as Yan Hua Yi Leng had said, every country had its own agenda. They had not revealed their strongest forces to launch an assault. Furthermore, Twilight Cool and the others had suddenly been challenged, causing their offensive to stall and giving Feng Xing and his group some breathing room.
The players led by Feng Xing held certain advantages in equipment and operational skill. After all, they were elites selected from nearly a billion players, making them somewhat more formidable than players from countries such as Russia. Moreover, Feng Xing and his group had better mounts, including some Flight Mounts. With these advantages, they barely managed to withstand the enemy's siege. At the very least, they would not be wiped out anytime soon.
Of course, the most important reason was that the enemy forces all had their own ulterior motives and were wary of other countries attacking from behind.
After teleporting over, Ye Luo and his group quickly grasped the situation. Zuo Shang Qin Xin frowned slightly. "Yan Hua Yi Leng, Uncle Feng Xing and the others are in quite a bad situation. Players from more than ten countries have surrounded them, and the enemy outnumbers them by more than ten to one.