For a time, countless forbidden spells rained down across the battlefield. Players on both sides had to fend off enemy attacks while also facing the forbidden spells descending from overhead.
The healers on both sides had gone all out. Protected by powerful shield warriors, they desperately cast every kind of area healing spell to restore the health of nearby players.
Lu Yang stood atop a raised platform created by earth mages using Earth Dragon Tremor, clearly observing the battle below. In this contest of pure strength, the Iron Blood Brotherhood was clearly stronger than Tianlong's side when both sides were of equal level and equipment.
From the coordination of entire legions down to the formation tactics of twenty-man squads, the Iron Blood Brotherhood rarely fell into disorder. Nor did its players yield their positions and hide from damage out of fear of dying and dropping equipment.
Salman's side, on the other hand, attacked fiercely, but their battlefield coordination was mediocre. Small-scale cooperation between several players was still possible, but coordinated operations involving more than twenty people were almost nonexistent.
Tianlong also stood on a raised platform. Faced with this situation, he was not worried in the slightest and instead continued ordering his men to attack fiercely.
"I have the Divine Artificer Legion. They can revive tens of thousands at once. Heh, Lu Yang, I'll show you what I'm capable of," Tianlong said smugly.
"President, should we order the Divine Artificer Legion to use their skills now?" Grace asked.
On the battlefield, the Iron Blood Brotherhood's two hundred thousand players had traded fifty thousand casualties for one hundred thousand enemy deaths. Both Salman and Sharuk showed signs of collapse.
"Roshan and Sharman, each lead one hundred thousand men to attack. Divine Artificer Legion, once both sides engage, immediately revive Salman's and