At eight that evening, the Guild Championship began right on schedule. Contrary to what everyone had expected, guild level didn't matter...
Whether a guild was high-level or low-level, it could field no more than ten thousand participants. This delighted many low-level guilds. At least this was relatively fair; otherwise, with their opponents outnumbering them dozens of times over, they wouldn't stand a chance.
Once the event began, all participants were teleported onto an enormous battlefield.
The first round was a free-for-all, with every guild thrown straight into the melee. Killing a member of another guild earned one point, while being killed by another guild cost their own side one point. They also had to wait one minute to revive before returning to the battlefield...
There were no penalties for dying on the battlefield, so however fiercely they fought, there was no reason to hold grudges-though that didn't rule out a few petty players...
As soon as the battle began, the members of the Four Major Guilds surged out like dragons rising from the depths, charging straight at the other guilds...
Many of the larger guilds also reached an unspoken understanding. Rather than attacking one another, they all went after smaller guilds...
The Guild Championship was fiercely contested right from the start, thrilling the players watching from outside through enormous magic screens...
In battles between guilds, coordination mattered even more than equipment and individual skill.
This event gave many guilds an excellent opportunity to drill their members...
The first elimination round lasted five hours, with the top thirty-two guilds selected by their point totals. Next came the head-to-head matches!
While the Guild Championship raged on, two fellow sufferers on the Netherworld Continent were still being hunted...
The Dark Forest...
Wu Shaozhen had spent over ten hours tangling with a group of