Dragon Soaring World's words—"What good stuff will a Demigod BOSS drop?"—were like the strongest stimulant injected into every Yan Country player's veins.
The Gobi, which had looked slightly weary after the massive battle, instantly turned into a deafening meat grinder once more.
Watching those red-eyed players charge out again without even taking a sip of water, Blood War Eight Wastelands' mouth kept twitching.
He leaned close to Dragon Soaring World and lowered his voice, his face full of distress.
"Guild Leader, are you really going all in? Those high-grade potions in our warehouse were nearly exhausted in that last wave. At this rate, I doubt we can even last an hour!"
"When the potions run out, those hundred thousand-plus people will have to fill the gap with their lives! They're all brothers from Yan Country!"
Dragon Soaring World carried his blade over his shoulder without even lifting his eyelids.
"What are you panicking for? They won't die."
"How can I not panic?! That's all money! Resources!" Blood War Eight Wastelands stomped his feet in agitation.
"Eight Wastelands."
Light Snow's cool voice suddenly rang out, cutting off Blood War Eight Wastelands' complaints.
She adjusted her glasses and calmly pulled up another set of data.
"You should take a look at this."
Blood War Eight Wastelands leaned over suspiciously. After one glance, he froze.
"What's going on? Why has the guild supply consumption stopped?"
On the light screen, the supply curve that had been plunging rapidly had somehow become a straight line, with almost no fluctuation.
"It hasn't stopped." Light Snow's finger slid across the light screen. "The players have simply almost stopped withdrawing supplies from the Guild Warehouse."
She zoomed the map out, revealing the entire area surrounding Dragon City.
"Within five minutes after the second Hunting Festival began, usage of