In less than two seconds, Lin Zhen scored five consecutive kills, making even the Hall of Fame Members of the Endless Race break out in a cold sweat.
This west gate would not be easy to breach.
Even Lou Jialuo and Ying Sha, two Perfected Experts, found it extremely troublesome. Lin Zhen was so formidable that taking the west gate would likely come at a considerable cost.
"Lou Jialuo, what do we do?" Ying Sha asked.
Lou Jialuo thought for a moment. "We can't rush this. Lin Zhen was already among the top three of the Hall of Fame, and now that he has broken through, his strength has surged. If we force an assault, our Hall of Fame Members may suffer excessive losses."
"What should we do, then?"
Lou Jialuo looked at the city gate. The Holy City's gate was over ten thousand meters wide to allow large spacecraft to pass through. At that width, several thousand people could enter at once.
"I have an idea. Doesn't Lin Zhen want to guard the gate? Then let him guard it. Organize assault teams immediately, ten thousand people per team, with the objective of charging into the Holy City. We still have an army of ten billion at the west gate. Make him run himself ragged. Let's see whether he can guard this gate alone. We'll exhaust him to death, then strike when the opportunity is right."
Ying Sha nodded. Lin Zhen had now become a stumbling block for the Endless Race. Unless they kicked him aside, taking the Holy City would be almost impossible. Any price was worth paying.
"Fine. The people I brought will lead the charge." Having just joined the Endless Race, Ying Sha also wanted to prove himself.
Lou Jialuo nodded. "All right. I'll seek support from