Ren Ye really lost it!
He had always felt that the key to his faction's victory lay in replicating Mystical Abilities and the Nation-Guarding Sword.
There were simply too few players in the Prince Huai Faction. Even counting the Princess Consort, they only had four people in total. If a fight broke out, a "godlike skill" like replication could instantly turn the tide at a critical moment.
It was one of their few advantages, but now... the Star Gate fucking refused to let them use it.
With everyone reduced to ordinary people, their disadvantage was even more obvious. The Princess Consort and Tang Feng were both women. Without Mystical Abilities, a fight would mean giving away two free kills. He couldn't expect two frail women to kill a few people by pulling their hair, could he?
The thought of his ethereal, fairy-like beloved consort getting into a hair-pulling fight made Ren Ye's heart ache for no reason.
So infuriating!
"Phew!"
Ren Ye let out a long breath, trying hard to steady his rattled emotions, and headed toward the path into the tomb.
The only good news now was that none of them should have known beforehand that Mystical Abilities would be prohibited in this act, so everyone was in the same frame of mind. His approach from here would be to avoid letting the opposing faction easily discover who belonged to the Prince Huai Faction or how many members it had. They had to stay hidden as much as possible, or they would definitely be targeted.
If possible, he could send Tang Feng out to sleep with a few more people and gather information.
But God help him, he mustn't go after Li Yan again. That teammate was already confirmed; sleeping with him again wouldn't be worth anything.
Cold