The bloody battle in Artifact Valley came to a swift end after tens of thousands of Divine Artifact Clan members entered the fray.
But through this battle, Divine King had proven the viability of his new command system.
Next came testing the limits this system could currently reach, continuing to hone this newly sharpened blade: the sword of mental command.
That night, twenty thousand warband members who had long been itching for action poured into Artifact Valley through the stable Teleportation Array.
The United Warband's fighting force swelled to thirty thousand.
When thirty thousand top players reassembled in Artifact Valley, the vital energy they released became tangible waves, stirring howling winds through the valley.
Divine King hovered above the warband, looking down at the orderly military formation.
Brain overclocking, Lord, Eagle-Headed Demon-his prebattle states activated one after another.
His consciousness entered a tranquil state approaching divinity. In his eyes, the entirety of Artifact Valley became a chessboard, and his thirty thousand brothers were pieces he could move at will, as well as thirty thousand sharp swords that formed his will to wage war.
The reflection rule activated at that moment, with pressure following close behind.
In an instant.
Where his thoughts pointed, the warband moved.
His ideas instantly became the warband's action plans.
Once a simple overarching tactical intention was issued, the thirty thousand players below surged into motion.
The damage-taking and melee formations at the very front rushed forward in perfect step, the ground trembling beneath their charging feet.
On both flanks, assassin players renowned for their speed swept diagonally forward in unison, like the warband's outspread eagle wings.
There was not the slightest hesitation in their movements, as though they had rehearsed them countless times.
His "thoughts" had already marked the optimal routes for his brothers. All they