If Ye Luo and his group of ten thousand could achieve final victory, then aside from the points gained from killing players, they could also split ten billion points among themselves.
Ten thousand against a hundred thousand—if even a thousand players survived in the end, that would already be quite good. With so few people splitting ten billion points, each person would receive over ten million points. Such enormous gains would naturally cause a noticeable rise in their point rankings. Super experts like Long Teng Tian Xia and Polar Silver Wolf might even have a chance to surpass Fujisan Shita or even Dongfang Shitian. If that happened, their gains would be far greater.
With that in mind, God of Wine Dukang and the others readily agreed to Yan Hua Yi Leng's suggestion to select their strongest players for battle. Of course, they would also avoid choosing players with fewer than ten remaining revival chances whenever possible.
Just like that, players quickly gathered around Ye Luo. Every one of them was eager to fight, brimming with fighting spirit, as though victory was assured.
"Girl Yan Hua, how high do you think our chances are in this battle?" Seeing the dense masses of figures on the other side, God of Wine Dukang's expression became more solemn. Naturally, he had not completely lost hope.
"If they spread out their hundred thousand players and move in teams of one hundred or one thousand, then we would be close to certain defeat, if not absolutely doomed," Yan Hua Yi Leng replied in the same calm tone.
"Ah, doesn't that mean we're bound to lose? Dongfang Mingxing and the others definitely won't let their people bunch together." Long Jieyu blurted out. The people around her also turned grave, and there was a trace of resentment in