With a 30-level gap, even Space-Time Thieves could not hide their magical fluctuations from Lu Yang. At this stage, the revised Space-Time Thief no longer vanished into the void and became impossible to hit; instead, they revealed themselves upon taking magical damage. Thus, Space-Time Thieves had no advantage whatsoever against Lu Yang.
"What do we do now? This is too humiliating. Two hundred thousand of us can't even beat Lu Yang's handful of people," Altan said gloomily.
Kerim said, "We won't duel Lu Yang. Several players around him have Level 9 divine artifacts. Fighting him head-on puts us at a huge disadvantage. Go around behind them."
"I'll lead the team over," Altan said.
"Take one hundred thousand men and attack the south gate. Remember, get into the city quickly. I suspect Lu Yang dared to fight like this because he has reinforcements. Don't waste time," Kerim said.
"Yes." Altan led his men toward the side.
Lu Yang watched from the sky. He clearly saw the enemy split their forces, and he sighed helplessly. Kerim isn't stupid.
Unfortunately, neither was he. Without sufficient reinforcements, how could he possibly bring so few people into a hard fight? Behind him, Haoqing Wanzong was almost here. They would probably meet beneath the south gate.
"Hold them off for a while. I'm going to the south gate," Lu Yang said.
"Oh, no problem." Little Fireball sat atop a hillside without needing to move, opening his mouth to spew Comet Strike like a heavy machine gun. Whenever enemies approached, he spat Meteor Fall at them. All of them were skills without cooldowns, and he was having the time of his life.
On another earthen slope stood Mu Yu. The sustained magic of her Level 9 Heart of Thor was even thirty percent stronger than the Demon