They had just come out of the Mountain Gate.
And the players had already run into Wodema.
When they saw Wodema, many of them couldn't help laughing out loud!
"Look, it's him—the streaker!"
"Hahaha! I can't believe this foreigner who ran around naked still has the nerve to join the Nation War!"
"Wait, something seems off. He... he's the foreign side's commander-in-chief?"
"Gasp! Foreigners are terrifying!"
Mocking laughter rose and fell all around them.
Even many players who hadn't known the story now recognized the elegant-looking foreigner standing before them.
He was an avant-garde performance artist who liked to run around naked.
And he was also the commander of the opposing side in this Nation War!
Many players couldn't help thinking to themselves:
As expected of players from free and beautiful America, members of Chokehold Every Day!
They really knew how to have fun!
As the saying went, enemies meeting again saw red.
Wodema spotted Ye Yu behind the players at a glance!
His eyes turned bloodshot in an instant!
The humiliation of streaking, the harpy's scratching, the gruesome deaths of his Believers!
Wodema blamed every last one of those things on Ye Yu.
In his eyes, the players had done everything under Ye Yu's orders.
Who else would he blame?
Wodema stamped his foot, and his body slowly rose into the air!
"Ye Yu, you despicable, shameless villain!"
"Do you dare to fight me to the death?"
Wodema's voice came out through gritted teeth.
He glared at Ye Yu, wishing he could swallow him whole.
A Divine War he'd been certain to win had cost him so much.
Wodema felt like he'd taken a massive loss.
Even if he got Ye Yu's Divine Spark, it wouldn't make up for what he'd lost.
"What's going on?"
"Huh? This streaker actually knows Brother Yu?"
"Holy crap, he's not a player. The streaker's an NPC!"
"An NPC? Damn, no wonder I thought the streaker seemed kind of dumb. Turns out he's an NPC!"
"Looks like this foreign NPC's AI isn't as advanced as Brother Yu's!"
The players instantly realized something was wrong from Wodema's words.
Those definitely weren't words a player would say.
Ye Yu heard him and sneered inwardly.
He was just about to answer Wodema.
But a group suddenly stepped out from the player formation!
"Wodema, you foreigner!"
"Look at you, all pathetic—pale-faced and weak on your feet. What is it, too much sex, or weak kidneys?"
"I heard you like running around naked, too?"
"Come on, take your clothes off again!"
"A guy like you actually wants to fight Brother Yu?"
"Who do you think you are?"
Bao Lao Er planted his hands on his hips, looking disdainful as he unleashed his full mocking aura!
His words had barely left his mouth—
When the Zu'an Squad all answered in unison!
"He's not fit to lick a boot!"
The Zu'an Squad's voices rang out as one, soaring into the sky.
The other players burst out laughing when they heard them.
For a moment, laughter rose and fell without pause.
Wodema didn't quite understand what they were saying.
But judging from the contempt on the humans' faces, he knew it couldn't be anything good!
"Lowly two-legged sheep! You've angered me, Wodema!"
A powerful killing intent radiated from Wodema.
They'd really made him angry!
He'd never imagined that one day he'd be looked down on by humans as insignificant as ants!
Humans were the lowest race in the World of Gods.
Being scorned by them was even harder to accept than being cuckolded in public!
"Kill!"
"Kill them all... Gah!"
Wodema growled through his bared teeth.
But before he could finish, 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!
Wodema's voice stopped dead, as if someone had cut it off mid-sentence!
He was stunned!
He was bewildered!
He was utterly lost!
Hadn't he killed all these lowly humans?
Why... why were they still here?
This Is Not Scientific!
It made no sense!
It defied all logic!
"Could these humans all be gods?"
A terrifying thought suddenly flashed through Wodema's mind.
Panic surged in his heart.
He was starting to get scared.
Even as a deity, he couldn't help trembling with fear when faced with the unknown.
Deities could fall, yet the humans he'd killed had come back to life.
And now they were laughing at him, full of energy.
There was no way to explain this with common sense.
Wodema was genuinely afraid. He suddenly felt that fighting Ye Yu in a Divine War had been an unbelievably stupid decision.
The Blood Bat Race's followers stared blankly at Wodema's bewildered expression, completely dumbfounded.
What was wrong with their Ancestor God?
Why was their great Ancestor God standing there like an idiot, mouth gaping open in shock?
As commander-in-chief, Gu Du didn't freeze up.
The moment he saw the foreign players and NPCs all standing there in a daze, he shouted:
"Brothers, follow me! Attack!"
At his command, the players all answered at once.
They charged with a roar, like a vast flood sweeping toward the Blood Bat Race's Believers.
As for Wodema, still hovering in the air—
There was nothing they could do. The players couldn't fly yet.
So they had to leave the streaker to Brother Yu.
The battle erupted, brutal and bloody.
Wodema jolted back to his senses.
His gaze flickered, his expression shifting unpredictably as he wondered what to do.
By now, his Blood Bat Race's Believers were falling in droves.
But Wodema acted as if he didn't see them.
The players suffered plenty of casualties, too.
But they could revive endlessly. Even when they died, they'd immediately come roaring back from the revival point.
Watching this, Wodema grew even paler, his whole body trembling.
"I get it!"
"Ye Yu's followers aren't ordinary humans!"
"They're... they're the Undead Human Race!"
"That's it! They have to be the Undead Human Race!"
"On Awakening Day, Ye Yu must have used some secret method to hide their race information!"
"Damn you, Ye Yu! No wonder... no wonder Ma Baoguo fell!"
"To counter the Undead Human Race, only deities at the Lesser God level or above can break their immortality!"
"No! I can't keep fighting Ye Yu in a Divine War. If I do, I'll be the one who dies!"
The more Wodema thought about it, the more terrified he became. Cold sweat gradually beaded on his forehead.
The Undead Human Race was a special race in the World of Gods!
A branch of the Undead race, they were said to have offered their souls to the God of Death long ago.
As a result, they had gained a measure of immortality.
A race like that was already an S-rank existence.
"I have to tell the Divine Envoy!"
"Let the Divine Envoy deal with Ye Yu!"
With that thought, Wodema moved, turning into a blur as he sped away like lightning.
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