Alfonso was speechless. He was not a guild leader who had risen through his own skill. He had made it this far more through his money and Spain's shortage of talent. In terms of technique, he was merely a third-rate player.
"Lu Yang, don't think this means I'm afraid of you. As long as I can hold on, my men will soon come rescue me. By then, it won't be certain who dies," Alfonso replied with a sneer.
The crushing defeat on the battlefield had left Alfonso's players focused solely on fleeing. But this was not the real world; death was not permanent. A large number of players still had their eyes on Alfonso. If he encountered danger, they would not pass up such an opportunity to earn merit.
Especially at a time like this, with players everywhere, no one knew whether an invisible thief was standing nearby, waiting for them to approach before launching an instant ambush.
Lu Yang looked at Alfonso and said, "Try it. You definitely won't make it to that point."
Alfonso had just been about to stall for time with words, but before he could speak, a flash of white light suddenly erupted from Lu Yang's body.
"Blink."
Alfonso felt a chill down his back. When he turned around, he saw that Lu Yang actually dared to stand less than thirty centimeters behind him, right in front of a warrior with the Heart of War God.
"I'll chop you to death!" Alfonso spun around with a Cleave, but at the same time, Lu Yang had already completed his incantation.
"Fire Serpent Restraint."
Alfonso had just raised his weapon when three fire serpents tightly coiled around him, leaving him unable to move. Even with the War God State halving all magic damage and control duration, he