The brutality of a battlefield in the game was no different from that of a real battlefield. When two sides were locked in combat and one chose to withdraw, how could the other possibly allow its opponents to retreat so easily—especially when these people were traitors who had surrounded and attacked more than twenty thousand Iron Blood Brotherhood players for several hours?
Lu Yang hated this group to the core as well, personally leading his forces in pursuit. If not for the betrayal of the guilds behind Xiangshou Xiangxi, Dragon Fist, Final Battle, and the Third Prince, Lu Yang would not have been forced into such a difficult fight.
After using deception to acquire more than twenty thousand elite Level 160 Dark Gold Set players, he could have led the affiliated guilds to defeat the hostile guilds on the frontal battlefield at Red Sun Stronghold. Unfortunately, greed knew no bounds. Xiangshou Xiangxi and the other three had betrayed him for profit as well.
Although Lu Yang had won, the levels of his more than twenty thousand elites had dropped severely and were about to fall below Level 160. Tomorrow afternoon, he would have to face the tens of millions of players from the seven strongest guilds advancing beneath Tiger's Maw Fortress. The pressure on the fortress's defenses would be enormous.
"Chase them down cemetery by cemetery. Do not let them return to Sky City so easily." As Lu Yang led the pursuit, he called the affiliated guild defending King Kong Fortress and said, "Immediately fly to the major cemeteries. The moment you spot players from Xiangshou Xiangxi's four guilds, kill them."
"Yes."
Fifty thousand players swiftly charged out of King Kong Fortress and rushed toward the surrounding cemeteries.
As Lu Yang burned with rage during the pursuit, hosts broadcasting