"Now you've seen the strength of the Eight Greatest Guilds, haven't you? Anyone capable of building such a massive guild in the complicated central region of the New Continent is no ordinary person," Lu Yang said.
"What do we do now?" Neff asked.
"Keep waiting," Lu Yang said. "No matter who tries to guard this juicy prize, as long as they slip up even slightly, I'll take a huge bite out of them. Rest where you are."
After issuing the order, he messaged Ma Jingming and asked, "Where are those trebuchets headed next?"
Ma Jingming and the other vice presidents were accompanying the guild leaders to the fortress where Radvijev had ambushed White Devil. Their fortresses were interconnected, allowing them to teleport freely between them.
"No news for now. Want to watch White Devil's final struggle? He's guaranteed to lose, and he'll have to leave behind dozens of divine artifacts," Ma Jingming said as he sent over a shared video feed.
Lu Yang accepted the connection. A flash of light passed before his eyes, and his perspective shifted to Ma Jingming's. From Ma Jingming's viewpoint, White Devil, wearing a mask, and his forty-nine subordinates were surrounded by hundreds of thousands of players below the fortress. Facing Radvijev's mocking expression, White Devil did not remove his mask. He merely sneered and said, "Don't think this means you can defeat me, Radvijev. I'll give you one chance: lift the siege now and let us leave safely. I'll owe you a favor for today."
Radvijev burst into laughter and looked at White Devil mockingly. "Do you still have some way to defeat me?"
"Of course," White Devil said, staring at Radvijev.
"Fine, then show me," Radvijev said, raising his right hand. "I've got hundreds of thousands of men here. Let's see how you