Elena asked curiously, "How are you going to fight?"
Lu Yang smiled at her, then turned around, raised his staff, and issued a loud command through the all-map channel. "All troops, advance toward Hydra Stronghold. Follow me."
"Hah~!"
Dirty Wine and Bai Shi led 300,000 players in a united shout as they advanced with Lu Yang. When they reached a point 3,000 meters from Hydra Stronghold, the army stopped. Directly ahead of Lu Yang, 1,000 meters away, Alfonso was waiting with several million players.
Lu Yang looked at Alfonso in the distance. Alfonso's face was filled with anger, drawing a faint smile from Lu Yang. "Alfonso, you still haven't learned your lesson. Do you think having more people will work against me?"
Alfonso was already furious, but deep down, he was even more terrified. He knew Lu Yang truly intended to wipe him out completely this time. Those 300,000 players really had the strength to crush his entire Eastern Mountain Region.
"Lu Yang, don't think I'm afraid of you. If you've got the guts, come attack me!" Alfonso roared at Lu Yang.
Lu Yang burst into laughter. "Do you think I can't see through you? Your final trump card is the more than one million Paladins behind you. Do you really think I'd use 300,000 people to fight your Paladins head-on?"
Lu Yang's words exposed Alfonso's scheme. The skills of Retribution Knights and Temple Knights lasted too briefly. Only if Lu Yang attacked head-on could Alfonso rely on those two classes to fight him directly. If Lu Yang refused to engage, Alfonso did not dare take the initiative to attack.
There was another way to win, however. He could only send enough players to their deaths, make Lu Yang slaughter until he was blood-drunk and carried away, and wait for