Wan Zhonghui raised the longsword in his hand and pointed ahead as he shouted, "All forces, attack!"
"Kill~!"
Ten thousand players charged forward, riding the momentum from killing Kerim as they pressed down on Kerim's legion. Across the battlefield, the Eight Nation Alliance was clearly at a disadvantage.
The nearby Eight Nation Alliance players were stunned by the sight. No one had expected Kerim and his legion to collapse so quickly, and they hurriedly sent reinforcements.
But Kerim had been their strongest point. The reinforcements were far weaker than Kerim's forces, while Wan Zhonghui's legion under Lu Yang consisted entirely of elite players.
Anyone capable of killing other players in the game had to be highly skilled. These people had previously been paid members of the Iron Blood Brotherhood, making them even more capable. Ordinary legions were no match for them.
On the vast Lingshui River Plains, neither side had expected that Wan Zhonghui's single breakthrough point would so clearly throw the course of the battle off track.
Wan Zhonghui and the other reinstated error legions were like tigers released from their cages. They had already wanted to tear into someone, and the sight of such a war set the blood of battle boiling within them. After crushing Kerim, they charged forward recklessly.
Even Tian Yao, stationed atop the high platform, was startled. He lowered his telescope after surveying the distant battlefield and said to Lu Yang beside him, "Boss, Wan Zhonghui and his men have charged deep into enemy territory. I need to send reinforcements, but if I do, the entire battle will depend on their strength."
The support he meant was a forceful attack on Wan Zhonghui's flanks to prevent the enemy from cutting in from both sides and striking his weak points. But this was extremely risky.