Alfonso practically forced the words out through clenched teeth as he cursed, "Lu Yang, even if I die, I will never surrender to you! Players of the Kings Alliance, let's fight the enemy to the end."
"Fight to the end?"
"How?"
"With what?"
Most of the 6 million players' mental defenses had collapsed. Their homes were gone, they could not defeat the enemy, all their affiliated guilds had betrayed them, and Ayala, Elena, and the others had such enormous influence. Players within their territory were joining in massive numbers. This was simply a war they had no way of winning.
They had broken!
The 6 million Spanish players collapsed and scattered in all directions. No one defended Firefly Stronghold anymore, and a full-scale escape began.
Alfonso was stunned!
Watching his subordinates fall apart, he had no idea what to do. Alvaro and the other vice presidents were the same. For the first time, they realized just how completely out of control their subordinates had become.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Alfonso muttered.
Alvaro was the first to come to his senses. "We can't withdraw like this. We have to hold on. Hurry and fly with me to Sky City. Order every player who can fly to Sky City to go there. We'll regroup there. As long as Lu Yang dares to return and reinforce Lalbagh Stronghold, we'll return to the Eastern Mountain Region and fight them."
Alfonso suddenly snapped awake. "That makes sense. You're right. We haven't lost yet. Lu Yang will definitely leave, and we'll definitely have a chance to start over."
Guild Channel, Alfonso: Attention, all players. Fly to Sky City immediately. Follow my orders and fly to Sky City immediately.
As if they had grasped their final lifeline, the vast majority of the