At Heavenly Myth headquarters...
God Lord sat at the head of the table with a dark expression. Everyone could feel his fury, and no one below him dared speak loudly.
"This Dustseal is outrageously arrogant," God Lord said grimly, then asked, "Let's hear your thoughts. How should we deal with him?"
Heavenly Tai Bai thought for a moment. "I originally advised against making an enemy of him, but now that things have come to this, we can only face him. Still, Dustseal really isn't easy to deal with. We need to discuss this carefully."
"If you ask me, just gather our people. The moment he dares leave the city, we attack. Why the hell should we be afraid of him?" Heavenly Xingtian said dismissively.
"When are you going to start using that pig brain of yours? Have you forgotten how the Su Group's twenty thousand people died?"
"What level were they? Their equipment was all black iron and bronze. How could they compare to us? We can pull together tens of thousands of players above level thirty, all wearing at least silver equipment. Killing him would be like slaughtering a dog."
"You think we're the only ones getting stronger? Do you have any idea how much he's improved? We're in our thirties. Look at his level-he's almost fifty! The gap isn't shrinking. It's growing wider and wider!"
"Enough. Stop arguing at a time like this and come up with a plan first," God Lord interrupted them.
"I specifically watched his previous videos. His health, attack, speed, and defense surpass every other player at this stage. Trying to kill him with sheer numbers would cost us too much, and we might not even succeed. Hundred Battles also said he has flying equipment now, which he didn't have before. With that, surrounding