Three hours.
For a full three hours, Sanyou Weimen, Radvijev, and the others led the players from the seven major guilds in a miserable retreat all the way to Reaching-Heaven Fortress.
"Teleport, now!" Olma shouted the moment he revived inside Reaching-Heaven Fortress after being killed.
A player beside him said irritably, "We would've left already if we could. A Time-Space Breaker just cast a spell here, so teleportation is disabled."
Olma was immensely frustrated. He picked up the phone to ask where Sanyou Weimen and the others were. Upon learning that they had already gone up the eastern wall, he hurried up as well.
"What do we do now? Shouldn't we run? Why are we still staying here?" Olma asked anxiously, his eyes wide.
Sanyou Weimen glared at him and asked, "Are you surrendering just like that? Aren't we counterattacking?"
Olma had been beaten senseless. He suddenly came to his senses and said, "That's right. We shouldn't run. We should counterattack."
Stephen frowned and said, "But the problem now is that we have no equipment supplies. The teleportation array is broken, and the players carrying supplies can't fly here. They entered Sky City outside Tiger's Maw Fortress, but that place is packed with people, so they can't get through. If they teleport from other fortresses, Lu Yang's Blood Wolf Army has already arrived. If the Blood Wolves spot them, our losses will be severe."
Jerz scratched his head and said, "There's another problem. We no longer have trebuchets. If we want to attack the fortress again, we'll need to wait a long time, and the players' morale is already very low."
Sanyou Weimen and the others looked at one another, their faces filled with despair and helplessness. Lu Yang's surprise assault had dealt them the heaviest possible blow. Their war