After discussing their tactics, Ye Luo and the other two took high-grade Invisibility Pills and headed toward the rear of the Indian Team. Just as Yan Hua Yi Leng had said, the players from more than a dozen countries had focused all their attention on the team led by Feng Xing. They were only wary of several somewhat larger teams nearby and had never imagined that someone would launch a surprise attack from behind.
It made sense. India and the other countries had also sent assassins out as scouts, so no large team could approach them without their knowledge. In their minds, no small team would dare to ambush them.
In fact, for the players of the major teams, it did not matter much even if they were ambushed and lost some people. Their teams had many members and many priests, and the priests could resurrect those who had been killed. Meanwhile, the ambushers would have little chance of surviving.
Because of this, they paid no special attention to their rear. They had not even left behind some cavalry to guard it, while their aerial forces had all gone off to pursue the team led by Feng Xing. This undoubtedly gave Ye Luo and the others an opportunity.
Although taming mounts was much easier in the Extreme Challenge arena, not every player had a mount, especially priests and mages. After all, it was only the third day of the competition. It was perfectly normal for some players in a massive team of several thousand to have no mounts, and this gave Ye Luo and the others a chance. They drew closer and closer to the main force of the Indian players.
Four or five minutes later, Sacred Light of the Holy World descended. Ye Luo and the other two were