Warsky’s face was green. He must feel like he was sleeping atop a needle bed right now. When it was just the five core experts of Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls, the situation was still under Warsky Alliance’s control. But they clearly lost the moment the main bulk of Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls’ forces—thousands of them—arrived. There was just no way they could turn the tides with less than 400 players.

"Fuck…" Warsky cursed under his breath. "God dammit! Why is it always like this? Why does Lady Luck never favor our side?"

October Rain advised her guild leader from the distance, "Warsky, there’s no need to hesitate. Tell everyone to teleport back to the city so we can cut our losses now!"

Warsky was a smart man, so he nodded immediately before giving the order, "Everyone, it’s time to withdraw. Move away from the boss and the PvP zone and teleport back to the city immediately after you’re out of combat state. I’ll stay behind and secure our retreat!"

He actually meant what he said. Warsky walked toward us alone with a stern look in his eyes.

I finally understood why Warsky was able to grow Warsky...