Felix Darkwood's expression tightened into a deep frown as he saw Liang's defiant look.
What irked him even more was how casual and nonchalant Liang seemed, as if the White Flame Guild wasn't even worth his time.
"Fine then!" Felix sucked in a deep breath and roared at the top of his voice. "White Flame, attack!"
"Otherworlders, step forward, followed by the frontlines!" Liang shouted as well, his guild charging forward to meet the assault.
It was obvious to the players that the NPCs were using them as cannon fodder, yet the thrill of battle was simply too powerful to ignore.
And so, both sides clashed!
At the viewing centre in Stellar City, the commentators' booming voices echoed through the air.
"The Martial Palace and White Flame Guild are going all out! The winner takes all points! This could be a monumental moment!"
"White Flame!"
"Martial Palace!"
"Martial Palace!"
