Purple-Gold Giant and Black Edge were just as furious, but they saw the situation more clearly than Olma did. Purple-Gold Giant said, "We can no longer face Lu Yang alone. His victory in this battle has given the China Region players immense confidence. I'm afraid even more China Region players will join the war."
Who wouldn't want to participate in such a profitable venture? Lu Yang had only just won this battle when more than 300 China Region guilds, totaling over two million players, requested to join the war. With them, Lu Yang could form another large-scale legion.
Black Edge said, "I suggest we seek support from Sanyou Weimen, Tom, and Roland. If we lose, it won't do them any good. They should support us."
Olma glared at the two of them, the fury in his eyes enough to swallow them whole. He roared, "I will never cooperate with those ungrateful bastards again. We only lost one battle, not everything."
Olma's main legions had now all returned, totaling eight million elite players and six million frontline players. Of them, the players belonging to Purple-Gold Giant, Ma Jingming, and Black Edge made up only two-fifths; the remaining three-fifths belonged to Olma's legions.
Olma had ample basic supplies. The Level 160 Dark Gold Sets in his warehouses were enough to outfit all fourteen million elite players with Level 160 Dark Gold Sets. He had the strength to fight Lu Yang alone.
Purple-Gold Giant frowned and said, "This isn't the time for a battle of pride. Rather than waste our family's money making wedding clothes for those people, why not bring them in too? We can't be the only ones suffering."
Olma's expression eased as he said, "That makes sense."
Ma Jingming sighed. "I'm afraid that won't work."
"Why?" Purple-Gold Giant asked.
Ma