Xiong Wenhui chased after Lü Quan in great strides. Her strength now barely reached level eight, but her speed... the less said, the better.
Lü Quan cursed his luck. The original plan had been for him to freeze Xiong Wenhui and kite her around while Wu Tao held her off. With their subordinates helping, they would outlast her transformation and kill her.
Now Wu Tao was dead, and their men had lost heart.
Chen Luo's members spread out to cut Lü Quan off.
Lü Quan's expression hardened. "Get out of my way! I'm level seven, damn it! You only get one life!"
He wanted to scare Chen Luo's people into stepping aside.
Instead, he was met with cold, unmoved faces.
They were afraid, of course. Everyone feared death. But the ironclad rules told them that stepping aside would also mean death.
They would be executed once this was over.
Chen Luo had no policy of expelling people from the base. If an offense was serious enough, the offender was executed outright, lest they harbor a grudge and seek revenge against the base.
Chen Luo had made that clear.
Desertion in battle meant certain execution.
Seeing no sign that the people blocking him would move aside, Lü Quan froze. Are you bastards not afraid of dying?
I'm level seven!
Instead, the members advanced on him.
Lü Quan casually hurled two Ice Spears, but the members were ready. Two of them combined a prepared Earth Shield and fire shield to block his casual attack.
Lü Quan punched one member away, only for several others to grab hold of him together.
The gap between level six and level seven was indeed enormous, but a dozen well-coordinated level-six fighters could absolutely defeat someone at level seven.
Even with two king-rank fighters, Ningshuang and Sea