Ghost King.
Everyone exchanged glances. This was something they knew nothing about.
"Why hasn't their Ghost King appeared yet?"
A civil official from the Zhonghe Institute asked.
"Knowing they can't take the border in one push, they won't reveal all their trump cards.
Even if they bring out their Ghost King, they still won't break through the Magic Arena Zone today."
Luo Fengshan spoke calmly, but his words left no room for doubt.
By now, the Red Sun Federation's advance into the Magic Arena Zone had indeed begun to slow.
As time wore on, both sides soon began to tire.
The Red Sun Federation had failed to notice that, within the Magic Arena Zone, the Arena Zones numbered closer to the middle of the 1–1,000 range were easier to capture.
The soldiers there did not fight to the death. They used the initiative afforded by the Light Gates to batter the incoming Red Sun Federation soldiers, then quickly retreated.
They seemed to crumble at the first touch.
But the farther the attackers pushed toward the numbers on either flank, the harder it became, and the fiercer the resistance they encountered.
In particular, the Arena Zones numbered from 1 to the low hundreds, and from the high eight hundreds to over a thousand, put up almost suicidal resistance.
Not only were the Final Blade Federation's soldiers numerous, they were also powerful, and frontal assaults cost the attackers dearly.
The fighting was exceptionally brutal!
Soon, the Red Sun Federation's commanders realized something was wrong.
They had captured many Arena Zones within the Magic Arena Zone, but now their soldiers were exhausted.
Under these conditions, merely entering each new Arena Zone and enduring the enemy's opening attack from advantageous terrain inflicted considerable casualties on the Red Sun Federation's soldiers.
That was the advantage