Stunned, Wodema is about to collapse

Just as they exited the Mountain Gate, the players had already run into Wodema.

Seeing Wodema, many couldn't help bursting into laughter.

"Look, it's him, the streaker!"

"Haha, I can't believe this streaking foreigner still has the nerve to join the Nation War!"

"Wait, something's off... he's the foreigner's commander-in-chief?"

"Whoa! Foreigners, terrifying indeed!"

Scattered snickers rose and fell all around.

Even many players who hadn't known before now realized this seemingly elegant foreigner

was a performance artist who loved streaking.

And on top of that, he was the enemy camp's commander in this Nation War.

Quite a few players sighed inwardly.

No wonder he was from free America, home of the Chokehold Every Day players.

They really knew how to have fun.

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, eyes blaze red.

Wodema spotted Ye Yu behind the players at a glance.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

The humiliation of being streaked, the scratches from that shrew, the brutal deaths of his Believers.

One by one, Wodema pinned it all on Ye Yu.

In his eyes, everything the players had done was naturally ordered by Ye Yu.

If not him, then who?

Right then, Wodema stomped his foot and slowly rose into the air.

"Ye Yu, you despicable, shameless worm!"

"Do you dare fight me to the death, god to god?"

Wodema's voice ground out through clenched teeth.

His eyes locked onto Ye Yu, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

A Divine War he'd been sure to win had cost him so much.

It made Wodema feel like he'd taken a massive loss.

Even if he got Ye Yu's Divine Spark, those losses couldn't be made up.

"What's going on?"

"Huh? This streaker actually knows Brother Yu?"

"Whoa, he's not a player—the streaker's an NPC!"

"NPC? Damn, no wonder I thought he seemed dumb earlier—turns out he's an NPC!"

"Looks like this foreign NPC doesn't have as high an AI as Brother Yu."

The players instantly caught the discrepancy from Wodema's words.

That was definitely not something a player would say.

Ye Yu sneered inwardly.

He was just about to respond to Wodema

when a squad suddenly stepped out from the player ranks.

"What the fuck, foreigner!"

"Look at you, all pale-faced and shaky—are you worn out from sex or just kidney-deficient?"

"Hey, I heard you like streaking?"

"Go on, strip again, why don't you?"

"A piece of trash like you wants to fight Brother Yu?"

"You worthy?"

Bao Lao Er planted his hands on his hips, face full of scorn, and cranked his taunt aura to max.

The moment his words landed, the Zu'an Squad members around him answered in unison.

"He's worthy of a dick!"

The Zu'an Squad's voices rang out in perfect sync, shooting straight into the sky.

The other players burst into raucous laughter upon hearing this.

For a moment, laughter rose and fell in waves, one after another.

Across from them, Wodema caught the gist but couldn't grasp the specifics.

Yet from the contemptuous expressions on the humans before him, he knew these words were anything but kind.

"Lowly two-legged sheep, you have angered me, Wodema!"

A fierce killing intent radiated from Wodema.

He was truly enraged!

He had never imagined that one day he'd be looked down upon by ants like humans!

As the lowest race in the World of Gods, humans—

Being despised by humans was, damn it, even more unbearable than being publicly cuckolded!

"Kill!"

"Kill them all... gah!"

Wodema snarled, his face twisted.

But before his words could fully leave his mouth, his gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Kaitou Kid, Cannot Eat Peach, Peach Can Eat, Hong Chen Bu Zui Lao Zi Du Zui, and the others.

Instantly, Wodema's voice cut off as if strangled, coming to an abrupt halt!

He was dumbfounded!

He was lost!

In that moment, his entire being was thrown into utter chaos!

Hadn't he already killed these lowly humans?

Why... why could they still appear?

This is not scientific!

This makes no sense!

This defies all logic!

"Could it be... these humans are all gods?"

A terrifying thought flashed through Wodema's mind.

Panic surged into his heart in an instant.

He grew afraid.

Even as a deity, facing the unknown made his heart tremble.

Even gods could fall, yet the humans he had killed before his eyes had come back to life.

And they were hopping around, mocking him.

This could no longer be explained by common sense.

So Wodema was genuinely scared. He suddenly felt that waging a Divine War with Ye Yu was an extremely foolish move.

The Blood Bat Race clansmen stared blankly at the bewildered Wodema, all of them stunned.

What was wrong with their Ancestor God?

Why did their great Ancestor God look like an idiot, mouth wide open, utterly flabbergasted?

As the overall commander, Gu Du did not freeze.

Seeing the foreign players and NPCs all stunned, he immediately barked an order.

"Brothers, charge with me!"

As his voice fell, players from all around responded.

They roared like a massive torrent, surging toward the Blood Bat Race Believers.

As for Wodema in midair—

There was no helping it. The players couldn't fly yet.

So that Streaking maniac would have to be left to Brother Yu.

The clash of battle rang out, brutal beyond measure.

In midair, Wodema snapped back to his senses with a jolt.

His eyes flickered, his face shifting between shades of uncertainty, as if lost in thought.

Even as his Blood Bat Race Believers fell in droves, Wodema acted as if he hadn't seen it.

The players also suffered no small number of casualties.

But they had infinite respawns. Even if they died, they'd immediately howl and charge back from the respawn point.

Seeing this scene, Wodema's face grew even paler, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"I get it now!"

"Ye Yu's Believer race isn't ordinary humans!"

"They are... the Undead Human Race!"

"No mistake, it has to be the Undead Human Race!"

"On Awakening Day, Ye Yu must have used some unknown trick to conceal his race's information!"

"Damn Ye Yu, no wonder... no wonder Ma Baoguo fell!"

"Against the Undead Human Race, unless it's a Lesser God or higher, no deity can break their undead arts!"

"No, I can't keep waging this Divine War against Ye Yu, or I'll be the one to die!"

The more Wodema thought, the more his heart raced, and a thin layer of cold sweat gradually seeped out on his forehead.

The Undead Human Race was a special race in the World of Gods!

A branch of the Undead race, it was said these humans had long since sold their souls to the God of Death.

Thus, they possessed a measure of undead ability.

Such a race was already an S-rank existence.

"I have to tell this news to the Divine Envoy!"

"Let Lord Divine Envoy deal with Ye Yu!"

Thinking this, Wodema moved, turning into a blur as he shot like lightning into the distance.

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