At 50% HP, Thunder was gradually overwhelming even the brave warriors of Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls. Xu Yang, Heaven’s Rain, Diamond Dust and more Famous Generals had already been killed. The number of players who could clash swords with the boss and survive to tell the tale could be counted on one hand, and the ground was absolutely covered in dead bodies. This battle was easily worse than the battle against Skullblood. At very least, our casualty rate wasn’t nearly as high.

……

"What do we do…"

Li Chengfeng was breathing heavily, and his Crimson Refinement Sword was shaking a little from exertion. "We’ve almost run out of priests. Without them, everybody we throw at Thunder is almost certainly going to turn into a corpse. Warsky Alliance is already annihilated, and we will follow them if we don’t do something soon."

I gritted my teeth and ordered, "Retreat into the fortress! It’s time to rely on the NPCs to defend us! We simply don’t have the strength to hold Thunder back any longer!"

Everyone nodded and started running toward the ruins that were...