Jerz, Andre, and the others had already learned Lu Yang's location. As they stared at the map, terror appeared on their faces.
"We can't let Lu Yang keep advancing. There are no defenses or defenders behind us," Andre said excitedly.
The distance between every two rooms was 150 meters. Lu Yang had charged through to the third line of defense, meaning he had advanced 450 meters. If he continued pushing forward like this, it would be like a whole piece of cloth being torn open with a long gash down the middle.
At that point, all it would take was for both sides to pull, and the entire cloth would tear in two. If that happened, Jerz's defensive line would be attacked from two sides. With attacks coming from both the front and the flank, the line could not possibly hold.
"We have to stop Lu Yang." Jerz roared as he looked at Guland. "Send 200 Lower Gods to fight Lu Yang."
He then turned to Marquardt, the Temple Organization's leader beside him, and roared, "I want to see your real elites step up and fight Lu Yang. You boast all day about how strong you are, but in front of Lu Yang, you're nothing but trash. Trash!"
Marquardt could not keep a straight face any longer. He snapped, "We know our own strength. We don't need you sticking your nose into it."
Most of the Temple Organization's elite members were inside instances, hunting monsters alongside the Temple's six leaders. The only ones they could spare here were a small squad from under each of the six major leaders.
They still looked down on Lu Yang. They believed his reaction speed was below 0.1 seconds, but they absolutely did not believe Rex could lose to him. Marquardt had just learned