"Don't touch the middle. Just handle the outer ring."
[Tian Ce] laid down the rules first, then directly shared the marked attack boundary through the [Mind Network]. The [Gravity Anchoring] of the Third-Order Commander still pinned down the thick flesh-and-blood conduit inside. Within the line pressed out by the commander, the black flesh had already been crushed into a mass. Only the muscles and beast bones that had later grown madly outside the breach remained within the Tier Two range, barely within their reach.
"The commander handles the inside. We strip the outer layer." He stared at the front line. "Anyone whose attack crosses this line will be the first one to die."
The joint force immediately spread out. The players preparing to charge in handed their backpacks and spare weapons to the rear line, keeping only usable shields and weapons in their hands. They could revive half an hour after dying, but if their equipment and this opportunity were gone, then they were truly gone. The Stitching Guards still watched menacingly from both sides. Not everyone charging in this round was guaranteed to come back in one piece.
The flesh wall closed inward again, and two [Steel Bastions] raised their shields and smashed into it. The heavy shield faces pressed into the muscle, while dense [Eternal Night Erosion Marks] crawled along the shield rims toward their arms. Lightning from behind streaked over their heads and blasted the guards' exposed beast bones.
Bone fragments and black stone exploded everywhere. The guards charged into the shield formation through the lightning, their Sacrificial Blades sweeping across and smashing a front-line player, shield and all, into the wall. Another Divine Guard did not even turn his head—trying to drag someone away now would only get the entire line killed. Before the guard could