"Charge!"
"Kill our way to the mountaintop!"
At the summit of the Fourth Dragon Vein Mountain, Luo Yin and the leaders of the original mountain-attacking side had temporarily formed an alliance.
But before the seventh and eighth Dragon Guard Flags could be pulled up, the sounds of battle from below had already drawn close.
"Xu Gang has charged up!"
Everyone's heart began to race.
Everyone knew full well that the people below could not withstand Xu Gang's charging momentum.
Yet the speed at which Xu Gang's members stormed the mountain still struck fear into their hearts.
"Are they not done yet?"
Luo Yin's expression was complicated as he looked toward the two members of the original mountain-attacking side still earnestly pulling flags in the rear. In his heart, he had already begun condemning the rules of the Nine Dragon Veins contest.
What a damn trap.
A quarter of an hour—who could hold out for that long?!
"Three minutes remain." The timekeeper watched the flag pullers and reported while keeping track of the time.
Three minutes! Three minutes of life and death! Whether they could succeed, whether they could make use of the Dragon Veins, would all depend on this wave!
Luo Yin gathered his scattered thoughts, released his aura, and thundered, "Everyone, prepare to meet the enemy!"
Knowing that a great battle was about to erupt, both sides on the mountain steeled themselves and shouted in unison, "Prepare to meet the enemy!"
For a moment, the mountain wind howled bleakly, and the warriors' resolve to march toward death was utterly unwavering.
"Kill—"
In the blink of an eye, Xu Gang's cries had reached them face-to-face.
The cries arrived, and so did the people.
Everyone on the mountain had fully spread out their defensive line, but Xu Gang's fearless members, relying