「Nightfall.」
In the Profound Yellow Sect, lights blazed brightly, and the buildings crafted by players were adorned with countless lanterns.
However, an eerie silence permeated the Profound Yellow Sect. Where it once bustled with activity, not a single figure could now be seen.
At the foot of the mountain, hundreds of people marched menacingly toward the Profound Yellow Sect, each radiating murderous intent. This was the Black Tiger Hall, the strongest force in all of Liang City. Tonight was their final battle to dominate Liang City!
"Listen up, everyone!" Li Hu shouted, holding his Five-Ring Saber, his expression eerily calm. "Kill all the people from the Profound Yellow Sect! Leave no survivors!"
Among the throngs of Black Tiger Hall disciples were also many from the Blood Demon Sect. Originally, Black Tiger Hall had just over two hundred members. However, for their siege on the Profound Yellow Sect this time, nearly three hundred had arrived. The disciples of the Blood Demon Sect had merely been summoned to assist. With the identities of Black Tiger Hall disciples providing cover, they weren't worried.
Gazing at the stone stele at the base of the mountain inscribed with "Profound Yellow Sect," Li Hu raised his Five-Ring Saber and commanded coldly, "Kill your way up! Not a single one spared!"
The next moment, the disciples of Black Tiger Hall unsheathed their blades and rushed up the mountain toward the Profound Yellow Sect in droves.
In the darkness, players watched the Black Tiger Hall disciples, their hearts racing with excitement.
What was this? Living, breathing money. How could they possibly let such an opportunity slip by?
As the players watched those from Black Tiger Hall get mangled by the Thorn Wall and start dismantling it, they couldn't hold back any longer.
"Brothers, charge, for the Contribution Points!"
"Sword Team, follow me! Stop following that Daytime Alms guy!"
"Protecting the sect is everyone's duty!"
"Don't let those Contribution Points get away! Whether I can visit the Foot Washing City tonight depends on all of you!"
The Black Tiger Hall disciples were busily dismantling the Thorn Wall when suddenly they saw nearly a hundred people pouring down from all around the mountain, each one of them with an air of someone who feared nothing, not even death.
This scene startled the Black Tiger Hall disciples. What was going on? Did they somehow know we were coming and prepare for this in advance?
The Black Tiger Hall disciples closest to the Thorn Wall had no time to react before five or six sabers slashed down at them. Despite their strength, they couldn't survive the onslaught from such a group.
Among the players, Evil Queen Morgana, wielding an Axe, was the first to charge forward. With Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt techniques active, he transformed into a veritable Boss.
Barbarian Charge!
Following him was Junlin, clutching the Black Dragon Dagger. His form was ghostly and nimble, and a single stab earned him a head. Poisonous Panda and Under the Phoenix Tree followed closely behind. The coordination among these four had already torn open a gap on the flank.
"Junlin and his team, you disregard Martial Virtue, resorting to ambushes!"
"Sword Team, charge with me! If you die, just come back! Set your pain sensitivity to the lowest; don't let the pain kill you!"
"Damn it, if I had known, I would have trained in hardening Martial Arts."
"Morgana is really fierce; those guys just Can't Handle his charge."
In an instant, the players and the Black Tiger Hall disciples were locked in fierce combat.
Li Hu watched his disciples fall in ever-increasing numbers, his face growing uglier by the second. The Thorn Walls and other defenses erected by the Profound Yellow Sect had greatly increased the difficulty of their attack. These defenses transformed the mountain, making it far easier to defend and much harder to assault.
Could Xu Nian have known we were coming all along? Did that old geezer Zhao Xiongtu tell Xu Nian before he died? Damn it!
"Kill them all for me!" Li Hu, clutching his Five-Ring Saber with a vicious expression, had already charged into the players' ranks.
Atop the Watchtower, Little Boss and his associates kept an eye on the shifting battle. Noticing an Eighth-Grade Martial Artist charging up, and even Li Hu joining the fray, they turned and shouted, "Junlin, there's a Boss coming at five o'clock! Get your squad ready!"
At this stage, it seemed that only Junlin and his team could face Li Hu and his ilk. But whether they could actually defeat them would depend on how much Power Junlin and his team could unleash.
Flourishing Flowers watched players fall one by one, his expression grave. If they kept fighting so chaotically, even with constant Resurrection, they would undoubtedly be defeated.
"Newbie Players, follow my team; don't scatter!" Flourishing Flowers's gaze settled on an Eighth-Grade Martial Artist. He said solemnly, "Everyone, use Human Wave Tactics to swarm and take down that bearded freak!"
Instantly, the Newbie Players seemed to find their courage and rallied around him. Hearing Flourishing Flowers's command, this second wave of players charged madly toward that single individual.
In the real world, brawling wasn't allowed, but here, they could unleash their full fury. Who wouldn't want to experience the visceral thrill of a real fight?
Let's do this!
Seeing over twenty people rushing towards him, that Eighth-Grade Martial Artist felt a cold dread. Aren't these people afraid of dying? His Power had been boosted by Blood Pills, but facing such a large group, he knew he was done for, no matter how strong he was.
In the end, after desperately taking down seven or eight players, he collapsed at their feet, his face a mask of anguish and fury.
"There's a big guy at three o'clock!" Flourishing Flowers switched targets. "After Reincarnation, join my team immediately! Don't waste time. Contribution Points will be shared evenly afterward. Everyone, stay sharp!"
His command ability among the players was undeniable. It was worth noting that in other games, he was a renowned commander. He had once led his guild to the top spot in Celestial Dragon. As long as the players followed his orders, he could unleash his full potential as a commander.
The resurrected players rushed down and immediately joined Flourishing Flowers's team.
So what if we're Life Players? Can't Life Players fight? Forget one Black Tiger Hall; even if another showed up, we could bury them with Human Wave Tactics!
"Ninth-Grade Martial Artists at the front, Life Players in the back! If anyone is too injured to get up, have someone nearby send them directly for Reincarnation—don't delay!" Flourishing Flowers, his thoughts clear, knocked down a Black Tiger Hall Disciple. He then said, "Don't go for that Boss; let Junlin and his team handle it first. We'll focus on racking up Contribution Points. Ninth-Grade Martial Artists, keep charging! Don't be afraid to die!"
Under his command, the Newbie Players gradually became more involved. Among this batch of players, Flourishing Flowers was the most well-known. After all, he was a bona fide rich person who aimed to compete directly with Junlin. Currently, he was one of only two players in the entire Sect proficient in Internal Energy.
With him in command, the Newbie Players fought with increasing valor. They had no intention of competing for the Boss. With Junlin and his team—that four-man squad—present, snatching it was impossible anyway.
"Be careful, grenades incoming!" a shout came from behind the players.
Instantly, all players scattered, knowing this was Abbess, Don't Love Me making her move!