Chapter 147: Acting Alone

Facing the approaching Wushuang Guild, no one dared to underestimate them. Setting aside individual strength, their sheer numbers exceeded theirs by over two thousand. Even the least perceptive understood this battle would be difficult.

“Why don’t we play it safe for now?” Fengyun Yidao suggested. Although he was a PK fanatic, that didn’t mean he was reckless. In a fight with slim odds, it was wiser to avoid direct confrontation if possible.

“How do you propose we play it safe?” someone asked.

“Just like before, retreat into the corridor, post some guards at the entrance, and let the rest farm monsters inside.”

“That doesn’t feel right. This is our Fengyun Guild’s first real tough fight. If we act so cowardly, how will others view us?”

“Who cares what others think? As long as we enjoy ourselves.”

“Being a scared turtle isn’t enjoyable either.”

“Better than dropping a level from dying outright. Let’s not even talk about whether we can beat them. Even if we manage to defeat Wushuang Guild, I doubt more than a handful of our eight thousand will remain.”

“That’s true. If everyone falls, the healers won’t be able to save most. Their resurrection skills have cooldowns.”

“How about the monsters inside? Are there enough for all of us to farm?”

Fengyun Tianxia asked. He too didn’t want a head-on clash with Wushuang Guild; it would be bad for everyone. Losing a level would mean a week’s worth of grinding to recover—too costly. And if they fought outright, it wouldn’t be just a few casualties; thousands would fall regardless of the outcome.

“There are plenty of monsters here. Even if it’s not quite enough for all of us to farm simultaneously, it’s close.”

“Alright then, let’s pull back and defend first. We can farm inside while confronting Wushuang Guild, see how they respond.”

“Let’s go farm—let Wushuang watch helplessly, hehe.”

Under Fengyun Yidao’s leadership, the entire guild entered the monster farming zone where Zhang Shan had previously farmed. It was an excellent area: spacious, teeming with monsters, and easy to defend—crucial in the Tianmen Pass map.

Since it was a public map, at any moment, players from other countries could swarm in. Farming in an open, undefended area was tantamount to suicide, constantly vulnerable to ambushes. Though they had numbers, other players wouldn’t hesitate to strike at such a large, obvious target. Especially now, with the pressure from Wushuang Guild.

As the group retreated into the farming area, Zhang Shan said to Fengyun Tianxia, “How about I stay outside to harass them? I have a mount and can run faster than they can chase. I can distract them while you hold the line.”

Zhang Shan felt there was no need for him to join the cramped defense inside. The narrow entrance could be held with just a few hundred people; Wushuang Guild from Qi Country wouldn’t break through. Meanwhile, he could continuously harass them outside, preventing them from focusing solely on Fengyun Guild.

“No need, Brother Liuguan. Though you’re fast on horseback, it’s too risky. If you get surrounded, you could be cut down easily.”

“No worries. I’ll be careful, keep a safe distance, and won’t give them a chance.”

Zhang Shan planned to stay outside, harassing but not recklessly charging. If an opportunity arose, he would sneak in and take down a few. Otherwise, he’d circle nearby on his mount.

“Liuguan, do you need more gear? I’d love to join you outside. Staying inside farming feels shameful.”

“You’re too slow. Being outside without a mount is suicide—Wushuang will hunt you down.”

“Ah, not having a mount is frustrating. This time we really can’t afford many deaths; otherwise, reaching level thirty and buying mounts will take forever.”

“Yeah, better listen to the boss and play it safe for now.”

“Just be careful not to take unnecessary risks. If you fall, we won’t be able to save you.”

Fengyun Tianxia agreed to Zhang Shan’s solo mission. Having someone outside was beneficial, and with Zhang Shan’s combat power and mount speed, danger was minimal—he was the only one with a mount; others had only their two short legs to run on.

If Zhang Shan chose to flee, no one could catch him. His lone harassment would surely trouble Wushuang Guild.

“Then it’s settled. I’m heading out. You all be careful—don’t let your guard down. If the entrance falls, it’ll be a joke.”

“Don’t worry. A few hundred of us holding the entrance is enough. Wushuang won’t be as reckless as West Mountain Dragon; they won’t dare charge.”

That was true. Before, with only three of them, West Mountain Dragon could still hope to break through by luck. But with hundreds defending, any sensible person wouldn’t try.

Zhang Shan rode his mount away from the main body, keeping a low profile to avoid detection by Qi Country players.

He galloped across the Tianmen Pass map, avoiding their paths, leaving no trace behind.

At the same time, Wushuang Junzi led over ten thousand Qi Country players, advancing grandly to the destination.

On the ground lay the corpses of Qi Country players, including West Mountain Dragon himself.

Because Wushuang Guild’s arrival forced Zhang Shan’s group to play it safe, they couldn’t guard their fallen.

“Let’s revive the fallen first. They’re all our allies; saving as many as we can is important,” Wushuang Junzi told his guild’s healers.

He certainly knew how to play the good guy, but nearly two thousand lay dead on the ground, plus over a thousand more knocked down near the corridor by Zhang Shan.

Even with Wushuang’s healers, reviving all was impossible—the resurrection skill had a five-minute cooldown, and there were fewer than a hundred healers with that ability.

How long would it take to raise three thousand people? Impossible.

Wushuang Junzi’s efforts were more symbolic than practical. He was serious about reviving, but with insufficient healers, there was nothing more he could do. He’d done all he could.