"It's started... let's head out too..." Wu Shaozhen said.
"Yeah..."
Everyone nodded, then led the four major guilds' eight hundred thousand players out of Godslayer City toward the southern side of White Marsh City.
Other people had no idea which direction the Netherworld Clan would attack from, but they knew perfectly well. The Underground World lay south of White Marsh City.
"Boss, are you really not coming with us?"
On the way, Young Master Huang asked again, unwilling to give up.
"No, I'll go alone. You all just work together. With your current strength, you should have no trouble with anything below Immortal-tier as long as you coordinate well. But if you run into an Immortal-tier enemy, be careful. Run if you can. If you can't, protect Ziyin and Leng Yue while you fight. You'll still have a chance," Wu Shaozhen said seriously.
"All right!"
They arrived thirty kilometers south of White Marsh City and joined the players stationed in that direction. Taking the vanguard was out of the question, so they would stick with the main force.
Wu Shaozhen, however, stayed away from the crowd. He stood alone atop a distant tree, watching for movement...
Thud...
Thud...
As the pounding reached their ears, even the ground seemed to tremble...
Soon, a dense mass of dark figures appeared in their line of sight, stretching as far as the eye could see.
As those figures drew closer, everyone finally got a clear look at them.
They were tall creatures riding massive black warhorses, clad entirely in black armor and helmets. Only their pitch-black eyes were exposed, and they carried battle sabers.
Despite their enormous numbers, these creatures made no clamor. Their ranks were orderly, advancing in perfect formation. The oppressive presence rolling off them made every player who saw them feel