In the previous battle for Dingzhou Fortress, Li Wenxing had taken advantage of the fortress's limited area for absorbing attacks, repeatedly using forbidden spells. This had caused Kim Kwang-soo's assaults to fail time and again, leaving him utterly infuriated. This time, he had finally found his chance for revenge.
Liu Zaixu stood beside Kim Kwang-soo and said with a flattering smile, "President, you are wise and brilliant. You will surely win a sweeping victory this time. Allow me to congratulate you in advance on your great triumph over the Iron Blood Brotherhood. After this, your illustrious name will certainly spread across the world."
Kim Kwang-soo was extremely pleased by the flattery and laughed heartily. "Work hard for me, and I won't treat you poorly."
"Thank you, President." Liu Zaixu was overjoyed.
Kim Kwang-soo grew even more excited as he stared at the battlefield. "Just watch. It won't be long before my men recover. Lu Yang's side will gradually collapse."
Liu Zaixu nodded vigorously and watched the battlefield alongside Kim Kwang-soo.
Kim Kwang-soo had 50,000 forbidden spell mages, while Lu Yang had 150,000. Of those, 100,000 were mages from the Iron Blood Brotherhood's main force, while the other 50,000 were forbidden spell mages Li Wenxing had gathered over the years.
As forbidden spells from both sides rained down ever more frantically upon the battlefield, the Iron Blood Brotherhood's side grew increasingly stable, while Kim Kwang-soo's side became more and more chaotic.
"Damn it, why is the damage so high? One critical hit takes over four million of my health. Three forbidden spells stacked together—I can't hold on at all! Healers! Where are the healers?" a Korean defense warrior shouted.
"My God, what's going on? Why does my magic resistance feel like it's gone? I can't take this damage anymore!"
"The healers