Bian Wuji flew back to the outlying fortress of Shadow City to gather the players, but when he did, he discovered that he could assemble fewer than one million people in total.
"Why are there so few? Why aren't the others coming?" Bian Wuji cursed in the guild channel.
Unfortunately, no one paid Bian Wuji any attention. Like King Gu, Bian Wuji, who possessed the Heart of the Death God, was even more arrogant than King Gu.
With a wave of his hand, he could summon a million skeletons. Any random Platinum Skeleton could make all the players under his command unable to resist. Did he even need subordinates?
The main reason he had built such an enormous guild was that he wanted to occupy fortresses and make money. He needed people to guard the gates for him.
Did he need to care about his subordinates' feelings?
Bian Wuji was even more arrogant and overbearing than Xiong Ba. Anyone unwilling to work under him or obey his arrangements had been kicked out of the guild.
There were not many truly capable people under him. Aside from the Forbidden Spell Mage Corps and the elite group at his side, the rest were merely well-equipped. Their personal skills were not much better than those of ordinary players, because most of them had gotten in through flattery and connections.
To put it bluntly, they were all fence-sitters. When Bian Wuji was strong, they were willing to follow him, but when he was about to fall, they would be the first to run.
The only reason he had managed to gather these million-plus players was that they habitually obeyed Bian Wuji and still retained a faint sense of guild honor.
"How could these people possibly stop Lu Yang?" Bian Wuji furiously sent Maireizhe a