Without the Radiant Goddess harrying him, Yang Yi gradually regained the upper hand in battle.
As the world's Sole King, he would never permit defeat. Never!
Yang Yi's five clones exchanged glances, then suddenly launched a counterattack. Based on their matchups, each picked the system clone he wanted to beat up, seized him, and attacked with reckless abandon.
And with the Radiant Goddess restrained, Yang Yi was not the only one whose pressure had dropped sharply. The players below, along with Su Na, Istil, Dara, and Reinhardt, could all free their hands to deal with the system now.
The reinforcements Steam Old Man and Mirror Man had brought were soon wiped out.
These players cared nothing for fair play. Ganging up on an outnumbered enemy, tripping them up in secret, kicking them while they were down-they would not even blink. They threw everything at the system.
"Now! The bald One-Eye Boss has grabbed that fat bastard! Focus fire on him!"
On the battlefield, Werewolf Yang Yi fought with particular savagery. After the middle-aged wealthy merchant blasted off his right arm with what appeared to be a Material Dissociation Gun, he advanced instead of retreating, opened his bloody maw, and sank his teeth into the merchant's right shoulder. At the same time, his left wolf claw clamped hard around the merchant's hand, preventing him from continuing to use that strange, dangerous weapon to extricate himself.
During the deadlock, the players' assorted support arrived, mostly in the form of ranged weapons, since melee combat was still too dangerous. All sorts of ammunition and magic slammed into the wealthy merchant's back. Though none were particularly powerful, together they were not to be underestimated. Once Yang Yi noticed, he even deliberately held the fat man up as a shield to avoid friendly fire.
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