Seeing this, Sanyou Weimen said to Olma, "Abandon the catapults. Have everyone throw away one piece of level 160 dark-gold equipment."
"Will that work?" Olma asked.
"Trust me," Sanyou Weimen said.
"Alright." Olma immediately gave the order. Though his players did not understand, with managers at every level watching them, they all threw down their equipment.
Sanyou Weimen also ordered his men to throw away their equipment. In an instant, six million people discarded dark-gold gear, covering the Iron Blood Brotherhood's pursuit route with glittering gold equipment.
Seeing this, Bai Shi said to Xia Yuwei, who was not far away, "We can't keep chasing."
Xia Yuwei sighed. "Sanyou Weimen really is clever. We need to be extra careful if we encounter him again."
Among the three million Iron Blood Brotherhood players, those at the front were instantly dazzled by the equipment. They rushed forward to grab it, while the players in the rear heard the shouting from those ahead and stopped pursuing as well. They leaped over the first row of players to pick up equipment, throwing the entire Iron Blood Brotherhood into chaos.
Sanyou Weimen turned back to look at the chaotic Iron Blood Brotherhood army and sneered. "If our formation hadn't become too scattered during the retreat and I could have ordered a counterattack, I would have made your Iron Blood Brotherhood suffer a crushing defeat. Just wait. I lost this time, but there will be a next time."
By the time Lu Yang led the Iron Blood Brotherhood's main force to catch up with Bai Shi and the others, he happened to witness this scene. Bai Shi, Xia Yuwei, and the others came before Lu Yang, all wearing ashamed expressions.
"Sorry, Boss. We failed," Bai Shi said.
Lu Yang smiled. "I understand what happened here. It's