Watching the Iron Blood Brotherhood players charge straight at them, the players of the six guilds felt as if a tide of Blood Qi were rushing toward them.
This was not the fierce, desperate resolve of players willing to risk their lives in battle. It was like a pack of savage beasts opening their bloody maws to tear into them.
"Kill~!" When there were still 100 meters between them and the enemy, Still Arrogant, the First Legion Commander, suddenly threw out an Escape Dagger.
A flash of deep-blue light streaked by, and Still Arrogant appeared in the second row of the enemy formation. In the instant the surrounding players froze in shock, a pair of Great Angel Wings emerged behind him.
"Retribution Angel."
Still Arrogant suddenly spun, his weapon drawing a streak of golden light through the air.
"Apocalypse Sanction."
This was a single-target physical skill. It struck fiercely from above, dealing 560% physical damage. However, if the player spun and slashed diagonally the moment the skill activated, then given the skill's 0.5-second duration, it could hit everyone in a circle around them.
"10204968" (Ignores Defense)
"10204968"
Six enormous damage numbers appeared around him. A circle of players, including defense warriors, were all instantly killed by that single slash.
Still Arrogant roared, "Iron Blood Brotherhood, kill~!"
That inspiring strike sent the Iron Blood Brotherhood players' morale soaring once more. Roaring, they launched their final fierce assault against the enemy, while the players of the six guilds were terrified.
They were instantly killed with one slash. This was no longer a battle—it was suicide. No one liked throwing away their lives, especially when dying meant dropping equipment. The players from the six guilds around them turned and fled.
"Run! That guy's damage is way too high!"
"Run!"
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