Five minutes later, Wu Shaozhen's Thunderclap Form ended. He had killed more than twenty thousand players.
Yet the number killed by the Soaring Serpent reached a terrifying forty thousand-twice as many as Wu Shaozhen.
The crowd of seventy or eighty thousand had dwindled to just over ten thousand, and equipment carpeted the ground.
The Cui Zheng Guild players finally had cold water thrown over their fury.
It turned out that they had simply been full of themselves. Their numbers posed no threat whatsoever to their opponent.
Cui Yongsheng also came to his senses, his anger replaced by shock.
Of their seventy or eighty thousand members, only ten thousand or so remained after five minutes. Even the Monster Siege hadn't inflicted such outrageous losses.
And all of this had been caused by one man and one serpent.
Watching the figure frantically collecting equipment, Cui Yongsheng had to face reality, however unwilling he was: he and his opponent were on completely different levels.
He couldn't avenge the destruction of their base!
"Retreat!" Cui Yongsheng ordered reluctantly.
But even if they wanted to leave, how could Wu Shaozhen let them off so easily?
"Old Teng, I'll leave the others to you!" With that, Wu Shaozhen teleported straight in front of Cui Yongsheng.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Why not leave your equipment behind?" Wu Shaozhen said with a smile.
"Dustseal, don't push your luck!" Cui Yongsheng said through gritted teeth.
"You were clearly the ones who attacked first. How am I the one pushing my luck? Hurry up and take off all your equipment," Wu Shaozhen demanded fiercely.
"Dream on! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Cui Yongsheng suddenly unleashed Sword Sweeps the Eight Directions, taking over a thousand of Wu Shaozhen's health, then rushed at him with