Ye Luo and his group launched a surprise attack on the rear of the Indian Team. Their tactics were nearly flawless, and with Dongfang Shitian and the others having eliminated India's top-ranked and fourth-ranked experts, things went far more smoothly than expected. In just four or five minutes, Ye Luo and his group had killed five or six hundred people, and that number was still rising rapidly. After all, Ye Luo's damage output, with his attack power increased by 200%, was terrifying. Just two or three Area of Effect Skills could wipe out an entire group.
When his Area of Effect Skills went on cooldown, Ye Luo attacked with his longsword. The Blade of Reincarnation possessed a powerful splash effect, and the Dark Sacred Dragon greatly increased his attack range. With the advantage of being in the air, he was practically invincible, like a God of Slaughter.
"Ye Luo, Yan Hua Yi Leng, India's aerial forces are coming. They're still over fifty meters away from us." Zuo Shang Qin Xin, who had been watching their surroundings, immediately informed the two of them. "But they're underestimating us. They only sent five or six Flight Mounts. There are another ten or twenty people capable of flying, but they're much slower. They probably won't arrive for another two or three minutes."
"Only five or six Flight Mounts? Looks like they really are underestimating us." Ye Luo then looked at Yan Hua Yi Leng. "Yan Hua Yi Leng, should we deal with them, or turn around and attack the teams from other countries? Both options have their advantages."
If they continued hunting down the Indian players and wiped out all the aerial reinforcements they had sent, it would undoubtedly deal India a severe blow. They would have to pull back more people, greatly easing