At the foot of Crimson Moon Mountain, as the players launched their charge, both the Great Ape Gang members still preparing for battle before the bridge and Xia Ling, who had already made preparations, were stunned by the players' madness.
"Are these people planning to throw their lives away?"
Xia Ling watched the players, who had no formation to speak of as they charged straight at the Great Ape Gang, and her mind went blank.
Although Lin Qi had stated earlier that Obsidian Martial Arts Hall would fight to the death, this way of fighting to the death truly made one's eyes fly wide open.
Obsidian Martial Arts Hall had never had many people to begin with—less than a hundred even at full count—while the Great Ape Gang had more than fifteen hundred men. With such a vast disparity in numbers between friend and foe—
Any normal person would have chosen to hold their ground, specifically selecting mountain paths unsuitable for large-scale battles involving dozens of people to intercept them. That would have curbed the Great Ape Gang's numerical advantage to the greatest extent while also allowing the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall disciples' individual strength to shine, gradually wearing down the Great Ape Gang.
As long as the Great Ape Gang was depleted beyond what it could bear, Obsidian Martial Arts Hall would win.
But what the hell was this?
They were fighting in such a vast area at the foot of the mountain, without even a basic formation. Every one of them carried sabers, spears, swords, or halberds, yet not a single person held a shield at the front to defend against arrow attacks.
How was this a gang war? It was practically a street brawl between hooligans.
"Gang Leader, I have no idea what these Obsidian Martial Arts