On the battlefield.
Ma Canlie still had more than three million men under his command. Everyone else had either fled or, after dying, escaped into Sky City. Only these people were still willing to fight alongside Ma Canlie.
"Korean players, we cannot give up like this. Even if we lose, we must still deliver the Iron Blood Brotherhood its heaviest blow and let them see the confidence and determination of us Korean players!" Ma Canlie stood on the command platform, wildly pumping his fists and roaring like a madman.
Roused by him, the three million players gradually rallied together. Though the remaining three million Korean players had few healers, their formation became even tighter. What had once been a battle where the Iron Blood Brotherhood sliced through them like tofu became like grinding against stone.
Lu Yang looked at Ma Canlie and the three million Korean players surrounded on all sides by the Iron Blood Brotherhood, and for the first time, a teasing smile appeared on his face.
Lu Yuming stood beside Lu Yang and asked, "The Time-Space Elf Mage Corps is ready. They can launch a forbidden-spell strike at any time."
Lu Yang sighed and said, "In the past, when facing enemies with such iron-blooded resolve, I would have given them absolute respect and ended their provocation with the same kind of hard-fought battle. Unfortunately, I cannot give Ma Canlie and his men that respect. What a pity. Forbidden Spell Mage Corps, coordinates 7980321, 39403293. Teleport."
"Yes." Lu Yuming answered and relayed the order to Huo Zong.
Beneath the southeastern walls of Jiangping Fortress, ten thousand rays of green light flashed. Three seconds later, the green light burst apart, and ten thousand elf mages appeared alongside ten thousand Indian forbidden-spell mages. They had appeared directly behind Liu Yunpeng, beyond