Strike Directly at the Yellow Dragon's Lair

"Nothing else—just strike directly at the Yellow Dragon's Lair and level the courtyard and sweep the caves," Li Yuanfeng said bluntly.

Wenren Sheng understood. The other man meant: one word—fuck it!

He thought for a moment, then nodded.

Indeed, this place was not large, merely a circle a hundred kilometers in diameter, with little room to maneuver.

The enemy was also obvious: the Anomaly that had severed this world.

Or perhaps the teacher, or the principal, within Anomaly society.

If they could not defeat the other side, there was no point discussing anything else. Everyone should obediently go home, farm and develop, build up their strength, and reinforce their fences.

If they could defeat the other side, then they would destroy this place—or seize it and turn it into their own territory.

All other methods were meaningless. Even if they slaughtered every administrator, the other side would merely replace them with new people.

He had not encountered a true opponent in a very, very long time.

This time, he could finally see what level his thousand Mystery Points truly represented.

An enemy with five thousand Mystery Points was terrifying.

But he did not believe the other side could kill him in an instant.

After all, backing him was a big shot whose Mystery Points were still marked with a question mark.

Even now, he could not tell just how many Mystery Points that Immortal possessed...

Over ten thousand, or over a hundred thousand?

Either was possible. Given enough time, one could uncover countless possibilities—as long as one did not stay cooped up at home every day.

"Are we going to war?" Zhao Han was beside herself with excitement, controlling the Parrot as it flew about wildly. "How should I act to look well-trained?"

"Staying obediently in the rear is what