Most of these people had come because they heard the Iron Blood Brotherhood was finished and wanted to take advantage, or because they were idiots who charged into battle red-eyed at their guild leader's shout. But those red-eyed fools had already been beaten until their eyes rolled back, while those hoping to profit found that not only had they gained nothing, they had even lost all their equipment. Why would they stay here? To lose even more equipment?
No one knew who shouted first, "We can't beat them! Run!" Tens of thousands of rear-line players under Xiangshou Xiangxi and the other three scattered in panic. Coupled with those Tang Feiqi, Tan Zhe, and their brothers had killed, fewer than 200,000 players from the four major affiliated guilds remained on the battlefield.
Xiangshou Xiangxi watched this unfold, a savage expression appearing on his face. He looked at Dragon Fist, the Third Prince, and Final Battle, then said, "Today, we either defeat the Iron Blood Brotherhood, or our guilds get erased by them. There is no third path. We're going all in."
Final Battle also knew they had reached the most critical moment. He jumped onto a large rock and shouted, "Brothers, the final moment is here! For the survival of our guilds, fight the Iron Blood Brotherhood to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
"Charge! Follow me around the other way!" The Third Prince stopped heading toward the Iron Blood Brotherhood's rear flank and led his troops charging toward the Brothers Alliance's front line, led by Tan Zhe and Tang Feiqi.
By then, Tang Feiqi and Tan Zhe's Blood Oath Shamans and Godblood Warriors had already pushed to the thirtieth row of the enemy's outermost formation. The Third Prince was no fool; he had made the wisest possible choice.
Xiangshou Xiangxi