Alfonso turned and saw Lu Yang actually pursuing him through the sky. Terrified, he hurriedly ordered the players around him, "Protect me! Protect me now! Don't let him get close!"
The guards around him were all professional players employed by Alfonso's company. Two hundred of them gathered around Alfonso, but they were panicked as well. Facing Lu Yang, who possessed a level 9 Demon God's Heart and ground-attack capabilities, they were not sure they could protect Alfonso.
"Be careful, everyone. As long as he dares lower his altitude, kill him." The captain of the guards was an archer, and there were another twenty archers beside him, all raising their bows.
Seeing the situation on the ground, Lu Yang sneered. Alfonso's side had completely collapsed. The regiment commanders and Legion Commanders who had originally wanted to reorganize the players to resist the Iron Blood Brotherhood had stopped organizing any resistance after Alfonso took the lead in fleeing. They were all running for their lives.
Unfortunately, they did not understand why Alfonso was so afraid. Lu Yang, however, could understand why Alfonso was fleeing, because he carried a level 8 Heart of War God.
Everyone had seen how powerful Lu Yang's level 9 Demon God's Heart was. It was easy enough to imagine what a level 9 Heart of War God would be like. How could Alfonso allow the Heart of War God to fall into someone else's hands, especially after dropping from his own body?
From the beginning of the battle until now, Alfonso had done everything he could. In two hours, he had gathered more than two million players, with several million more ready to join the battle at any time.
On the battlefield, there had been no problem with Alfonso's command or psychological warfare. He simply had not expected