Our formation was slowly solidifying. The fighters who stood at the front held the line, even at the cost of their lives, as they fiercely hacked at the Giant Iceflame Beasts. The damage dealers in the back rained death down on their foes and they were practically taking out one Giant Iceflame Beast every fifteen seconds. This drastically reduced the pressure on our frontline fighters as they didn’t have to endure the endless attacks of these monsters. This also meant that they were in no danger of dying.

Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls’ battle line had shrunk dramatically, and this was done deliberately to reduce unnecessary casualties. We already lost half of our troops during the last wave, so we had to play this more carefully. If we lost half of our troops again, there was no way we’d be able to beat the tenth wave of monsters.

Moreover, none of the remaining players wanted to die at this stage in the game. The less players that died, the better. These surviving players would increase the overall strength of the guild. The ones who managed to survive such a large-scale and difficult event like the Coldblade War would no doubt become seasoned elite players, a rare commodity in the game.

……

Clang, clang, clang...

Three blades of fiery energy shot out of the Heaven-stealing Sword. They buried themselves into the skull of the monster that was farthest in front. After that, I used Sword Boomerang and...