Several hours later, dozens of unaffiliated player groups had assembled, and more than ten million players gathered outside Lalbagh Stronghold. Every player wore an unwilling expression.
"Why should we leave? Let's fight the Iron Blood Brotherhood. Who's afraid of who?"
"Fight them! Our levels aren't lower than theirs, so why should we retreat?"
Countless players roared in defiance, leaving He Peng and the various unaffiliated group leaders standing on the platform feeling utterly miserable.
"The Iron Blood Brotherhood is still far away. There are so many Christmas monsters outside that we can't kill. Why don't we farm for a while before leaving?" one group leader asked.
He Peng glanced at him and said, "Can you guarantee that after farming, you'll be able to gather everyone again and leave before Lu Yang's men catch up to us?"
The group leader lowered his head and said nothing.
He Peng looked at all the group leaders and said, "Let's go. Everyone, enter Pink Stronghold. We'll farm equipment. It's time to properly improve our gear. Before the next major battle, every brother under us must have level 150 and level 160 Dark Gold Sets."
He Peng led all the unaffiliated groups out of Lalbagh Stronghold, their chests full of pent-up frustration. They could only watch as Turbid Wine, Bai Shi, and the others led hundreds of thousands of players to seize their former "home."
"I'll definitely come back," He Peng cursed furiously.
A phoenix cry rang out from the sky. He looked up and saw Lu Yang's Phoenix Legion and Black Crow Legion appearing on the horizon. Their overwhelming formation made it hard for him even to breathe.
"Retreat! Retreat now!" He Peng shouted.
The more than ten million players fled like startled birds, their retreat growing increasingly chaotic.
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