North bank of the Moro River.
Thunderbolt Dual Blades stood atop a two-meter-high dirt mound, his gaze grave as he looked at the subordinates gathering before him. Nearly 600,000 players had assembled so far, but that was already the limit. The rest were either trapped and surrounded in other regions, unable to come, or had lost faith in the guild after being killed and were unwilling to return.
"These people aren't enough. Forget taking a main city—even if we took one, we couldn't defend it," Blazing Dragon Wu Shuang said.
Gui Mei said, "I know, but this is all we have right now. What else can we do if we don't fight?"
Thunderbolt Dual Blades said, "Kerim and the others have made their position clear. They won't provide us with any more assistance in any form, and they've strictly forbidden us from crossing the Moro River. We have no choice but to fight."
"Damn it," Gui Mei cursed. "Wasn't it the boss who organized—"
Thunderbolt Dual Blades cut him off and said, "Don't bring those things up. Think about what we should do first. For the coming period, we need to keep these 600,000 players together while fighting Lu Yang. That won't be easy."
Gui Mei asked in surprise, "You want to keep them together long-term?"
Thunderbolt nodded and said, "It wasn't easy to gather these people. If they scatter, it'll be almost impossible to bring them together again in the future."
Gui Mei and Blazing Dragon both lowered their heads in thought, but at that moment, a cold snort came from beside Thunderbolt Dual Blades.
"You still want to keep them together long-term? I won't even let you survive today." Lu Yang's three-dimensional image suddenly appeared five meters in front of the three men.
"Lu Yang?" Thunderbolt Dual Blades