A guild's foundation in any region was its reputation. Lu Yang's greatest reputation was that he had risen from the ranks of independent players and treated them the best. That was also why he had been able to attract so many independent players to remain in his territory.
Otherwise, Lu Yang could have slaughtered He Peng and his 1.5 million men dozens of times that night. Yet now, he could only wait there and watch them.
Lu Yang had not slept, and neither had He Peng. He had spent the entire night watching the situation with the Iron Blood Brotherhood, terrified that the village safe zone where he was located would be massacred by the Iron Blood Brotherhood, causing him and his subordinates to drop all their equipment.
Compared to other guilds, the biggest weakness of independent player groups was their lack of backup equipment. Taking the Iron Blood Brotherhood as an example, if they fought in Level 130 equipment, Lu Yang could replace and replenish two full sets of gear for every guild player.
He Peng sat at the village entrance with several thousand subordinates and waited until dawn. Only after seeing that the Iron Blood Brotherhood had not launched an attack did he finally rest.
By ten in the morning.
He Peng woke Lu Jian and the others beside him and said, "Everyone should be online by now. Gather the men. We're moving again."
Lu Jian, Kong Qing, and the others went to gather their subordinates. But after making the rounds, several Legion Commanders were dumbfounded.
"How... how did this..." Lu Jian looked at the gathered players, lowered his head, and returned to He Peng. Depressed, he said, "Boss, I'm back."
He Peng knew something was wrong just by looking at Lu Jian's expression. He asked, "How many