Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

Lin Yan stood among the snakes, a hint of annoyance flashing in his vertical pupils, his expression equally unpleasant.

She still held her poisoned blade in her hand, drops of venom dripping onto the ground. She stared intently at Gamor opposite her, then glanced at Lion King Ryan standing in the center of the battlefield.

So close, so very close!

If this Lion King hadn't suddenly appeared, and given another ten minutes—no, five minutes—she could have cooperated with the undead army to completely crush the remaining forces of the Bloodhowl Guild, and made Gamor kneel before her!

But now, everything has been disrupted.

Night Owl stood beneath a Sphinx, the shadow energy on his short blade slowly dissipating. His face was expressionless, but his mind was racing. He glanced at the Eagle God's clone, then at Lion King Ryan, and then at his own formation and the enemy's.

Eternal vs. Eternal.

Who is stronger, the Eagle God's clone or Lion King Ryan?

If the fighting continues, will the Pharaoh escalate the conflict? What about the Savage Fortress? Who will ultimately win this battle?

Night Owl didn't know, but he did know one thing—he had no way out now, and if he stopped fighting, it seemed like he would be at a huge loss... Think about it, so many of them had been killed and they had been completely driven out. If they had won, it would have been fine, and the Pharaoh would definitely have given them a reward, but if they stopped fighting now... wouldn't they get nothing at all?

Liu Nian, mingling among the snake people, witnessed everything.

His fist slowly loosened and then slowly clenched again.

I'm fucking stacking steel! The stacks of Soul Drain are skyrocketing, and my spell power, magic resistance, and armor are all steadily increasing. He's been having the time of his life since the start of the battle.

So you're just saying you won't fight anymore?

What's more, I've been planning this for so long—inciting the Serpent People, forcing Scaleflame, forcing the Shadow Hand to rebel, and guiding the Bloodhowl Guild to a direct conflict with the Serpent People—all of this was for this battle today!

If a ceasefire is reached and Ryan and Eagle God finish negotiating their terms, and both sides withdraw their troops, then Savage Fortress will not be dragged into the conflict, and the Hand of Shadows will still have a chance to catch its breath.

Then all my plans would be wasted?

Oh, so why is it that while Otawien is locked in a fierce battle, fighting the Pharaoh's army every day, someone comes to mediate while you're all embroiled in your own conflict? So the Pharaoh is preparing to concentrate his forces on Otawien, while the Savage Fortress gets "special treatment," just sitting back and watching the two fight?

No! Absolutely not!

Regardless of the reasons, we must drag Shadow Hand down today, ensuring that Shadow Hand and the Serpent Man have no chance of recovery, and we must also completely drag Savage Fortress down with us!

Liu Nian narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield, over the snake-man players who still held their weapons and whose eyes still burned with fighting spirit, over the orc warriors who were unwilling to stop fighting, and over the barbarian fortress reinforcements who were still cursing in the channel.

Everyone's emotions are still on edge; just a slight nudge will cause the conflict to escalate even more fiercely!

So if we don't stir things up now, when will we?

Liu Nian took a deep breath, and then moved!

He rushed out of the crowd and stabbed an orc player from an unknown guild to death with a dagger. The orc player was panting and leaning on his battle axe, completely unprepared.

The emerald green snake-man's short blade pierced through his back, slipping through the gaps in his armor and precisely striking his heart.

"you--"

The orc player looked down in disbelief at the blade protruding from his chest, then vanished in a flash of white light.

The surrounding players were stunned.

Liu Nian stood where the corpses lay, raising his blood-stained dagger and pointing it at Lion King Ryan in the center of the battlefield. His serpentine tail was raised high, scales bristling, and his voice was hoarse and high-pitched, carrying a frenzied, highly infectious hysteria—

"Brothers! What are you standing there for? This is a great opportunity! Let's catch them off guard!!"

His sharp voice exploded in the quiet battlefield, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

"Killing the Lion King would cripple the Savage Fortress! Then we'd help the Pharaoh seize the system's main city, and we'd all get the maximum reward! Now that we've stopped, we have nothing!"

Then, his emerald vertical pupils burned with a mad flame, and he charged toward Lion King Ryan without regard for anything else, like a madman who didn't care about his life!

The snake people behind him were stunned for a moment.

Then, a frenzy spread like a plague among the snake people.

This kind of backstabbing, feigned surrender, and sneak attack behavior is exactly in line with the nature of Snakeman players!

Every snake-man present had been oppressed, discriminated against, insulted, and hunted by orcs. The pent-up anger in their hearts was fiercer than a sandstorm in the Gobi Desert. Now, the opportunity was before them!

And this guy is right, if they stop now, they'll be nothing but stray dogs!

"Kill! Kill that lion king!"

"Crush the barbaric fortress! Crush those orcs!"

"Tricks is right! We can't stop! Stopping means death!"

Those snake-men who were bloodthirsty, those snake-men oppressed by the orcs, and those snake-men who had been holding back their anger all rushed out with Liu Nian.

The torrent of snake people surged once more, the dark blue tide rushing towards Lion King Ryan.

Lin Yan opened his mouth and shouted, "Stop!"

She actually wanted to go too; she was burning with desire, but her instincts told her that something was wrong!

But she found that she had lost control of the situation.

Those snake-people, caught up in their frenzy, no longer listened to her. Since the start of the war, the snake-people had suffered over half their casualties. Now, everyone's mind was consumed by only one thought—kill. Kill them all, or they would be killed in return. To stop meant death! To lose!

Scale Flame gritted its teeth.

Since she couldn't stop them anyway, she couldn't hesitate; wavering would only make things worse. She raised the poisoned blade, a resolute glint flashing in her emerald vertical pupils.

"Brothers of the Shadow Hand!" her shrill voice rang out in the channel, "Follow me and kill!"

Night Owl watched this scene with a livid face, cursing Scale Flame's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

But what can he do? Even if he backs down now, what then?

There are no benefits whatsoever. Even if a peace is reached, won't they still be driven out of the barbaric fortress? Wouldn't that make them nothing more than stray dogs?

He gritted his teeth and drew his sword.

"Shadow Hand - All-out attack!"

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"Brothers! Let's wipe out these two shameless, treacherous bastards!!"

The roar of the Sun Devourer echoed from the other side of the battlefield.

He had already received Liu Nian's message, and the golden light on his bear paw surged, activating the Heart of Elune at full power.

"Brothers of the Demon Bear Clan! Charge with me!"

Inspired by the demon bear and the troll, the other players on the Savage Fortress side also became enraged.

"You snake-man bastard! We haven't settled the score for ambushing our mage group yet!"

"Shadow Hand! You wait! None of you will escape today!"

"The Lion King is watching! Kill! Kill all these traitors!"

The battlefield erupted into chaos once again.

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