Elsewhere.
On the main battlefield.
Lu Yang had already reached the walls of Qingyue Stronghold. All of Sanyou Weimen's players had withdrawn from the defensive line at Qingyue Stronghold and moved to defend the strongholds along the God Mountain and Firefly line, where they also replenished their equipment.
What pained Sanyou Weimen was that when his more than ten million players had retreated in defeat from the defensive lines of Divine Concealment, Qingyue, Blazing Sun, and Winter Snow Strongholds, nearly every one of them had died once, dropping at least fifteen million pieces of equipment for the Iron Blood Brotherhood.
Outside the defensive line of God Mountain Stronghold, the Iron Blood Brotherhood had already caught up and was attacking the forward positions. However, the defensive positions along the God Mountain Stronghold line were nowhere near as formidable as those at Qingyue Stronghold. They had merely been hastily designed by Sanyou Weimen in case he failed to hold the line.
"Bastard." Sanyou Weimen slapped the city wall and cursed, "Lu Yang is deliberately wiping out my players to seize our level-170 Dark Gold Sets."
Miyano Kentaro watched as Lu Yang and the other Lower Gods drew closer and asked, "Still no word from them?"
Sanyou Weimen shook his head and said, "It should be soon. I didn't let my men cast Super Electromagnetic Storm. Lu Yang should be receiving the message soon."
Inside another special space.
Radvijev was entertaining Lu Yang. He poured Lu Yang a virtual glass of vodka and said with a smile, "My friend, you really surprised me this time. Can you tell me how you managed to obtain so much Lower God Equipment and so many skill books?"
Lu Yang smiled at Radvijev and said, "What, did Sanyou Weimen send you to negotiate peace?"
Radvijev shook his