In a village an hour away from Magic Lizard Stronghold.
Lu Yang and Liu Juan were hiding in a hotel, resting. On the front lines at Fire Dragon Stronghold, Hemon was leading more than two million players in a deadlock against Claudio's more than two million players.
At this point, more than a million reserve players were still standing by inside Magic Lizard Stronghold. Lu Yang had no opportunity to launch a surprise attack, but he was not in a hurry. He was waiting for Claudio to let his guard down.
In times like these, whoever could endure longer would win. From the first day through the seventh, the two sides had fought from the Twin Towers Stronghold line to the Fire Dragon Stronghold line without a clear victor. Yet it was obvious that both sides were showing signs of exhaustion, while Tom and Sanyou Weimen's side was even more weary and uneasy.
Olma had joined the battle on the fourth day, but after fighting for only three days, he had been forced to withdraw due to his incomplete equipment. Only Tom, Jerz, and Sanyou Weimen remained to resist Claudio.
"This won't do. If we keep fighting like this, we're definitely going to lose." Tom withdrew from the Boulder Stronghold front line, cursing Claudio furiously.
Stephen said, "I suggest we pull back a little and give up a few strongholds to buy ourselves some breathing room."
Sanyou Weimen nodded. "I agree. We should temporarily retreat two strongholds and let Claudio have the line from Ruins Stronghold, Ranger Stronghold, and Wealth Stronghold."
Tom flew into a rage. "Easy for you to say. That's one-fifth of my stronghold territory. You want to just hand it over to him?"
Sanyou Weimen said, "We have no choice. We're not strong enough."
"Damn it." Tom