Watching the Gods argue without end,
Di yihong felt helpless when the God King of Destruction spoke up like a savior.
"God King of Destruction"002: Stop arguing. I suggest reducing the match suspension to three minutes.
"God King of Destruction"002: Everyone should take a step back and not make things difficult for the streamer, right?
"Fire God Ma Hongjun": Since you've said so, I agree.
"Nine-Colored Ning Rongrong": Three minutes works too. At least it's better than nothing.
"Void God Zhu Zhuqing": Fine, I have no objections.
Seeing that the Gods had reached an agreement, Di yihong immediately said,
"Then it's settled."
With that, Di yihong immediately left the Livestream Room.
Seizing the moment before referee Oscar could respond, he said,
"Take a three-minute break! The match has gone on for quite a while. I'm getting tired just watching."
"Alright, as First said, both teams will rest for three minutes." Referee Oscar hurriedly picked up the conversation. "The match will resume after three minutes."
He had just been willing to give Team B five minutes because Zhu Zhuqing was there. He had to make Di yihong happy.
Otherwise, one careless mistake could leave him unable to bear the consequences.
But there was no need to be so considerate toward Team A.
During the brief three-minute break, Dai Mubai immediately gathered his four teammates to discuss their strategy.
"Our current tactics have been completely figured out. We have to find a way to counter them, or losing will be inevitable."
Dai Mubai let out a helpless sigh—
"Everyone, think of something. See if there's any way to break through."
"To break the deadlock, I think we need to adjust our positions and have two people restrain Zhu Zhuqing."
Ning Fengzhi continued—
"Zhu Zhuqing's long-range shots are simply too fierce."
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