The Sinful Angel summoned its flying war pet.
Stepping aboard, it equipped a war crossbow.
A war crossbow did not restrict profession. As long as one's strength was sufficient, they could pick it up.
However, it couldn't use profession skills like an archer.
Only some top-tier war crossbows came with innate skills that could be released; otherwise, they could only use ordinary steady shots for long-range combat.
After changing to the war crossbow, it drew nine arrows from its backpack with its right hand, nocked them, and with several *swish* sounds, five arrows shot towards the distant monster horde.
With such a dense monster group below the city, even without aiming, each shot was accurate.
Most of the other players who had ascended also took out similar war crossbows.
They shot crossbow bolts towards the beast tide.
However, the Sinful Angel's nine crossbow bolts were different.
Each arrow shot out carried spiral patterns, like a screw, spinning as it flew.
Its speed was more than double that of others.
Piercing Arrow!
This guy's war crossbow was at least Dark Gold tier and had a skill.
*Puff puff puff*...
Nine arrows directly pierced a Level 120 Commander monster.
Nine high damage numbers floated above the monster's head.
-59122!
-89122!
-69122!
...
Normal monsters within ten meters of the Commander also had nine numbers floating above their heads, but the damage was only half of that dealt to the Commander.
That was the effect of [Splash (God-Tier)].
With the appearance of nine high damage numbers, the Commander fell, and the monsters within ten meters around it were cleared.
This was the damage output of a top player from a war zone.
It could simply be described as monstrous.
"Thunder... Leap!"
As the Commander monster fell, the Sinful Angel arrived above it.
It directly jumped down from the flying war pet.
Before landing, it used Thunder Leap to negate the fall damage.
Upon landing, the war crossbow was instantly retracted, and two greatswords appeared in its hands.
"Giant Wheel... Blade Storm!"
*Whoosh*...
With arms extended flat, the entire body spun like a moving top, stirring up a whirlwind.
With one person wielding two swords, it weaved through millions of monsters.
Those terrifying Level 100 monsters fell beneath its blades like wheat being harvested.
"Ura... ura..."
"Boss is too fierce, we can't be weak either, give me full output!"
Seeing this scene, the players on the city walls shouted, their casting speed seeming to quicken.
"I wish I could jump down too!" Some players flying around on their mounts exclaimed.
"Oh my god... If you want to die, go ahead and jump down. With your skill, you wouldn't even be enough for a monster to step on!"
Someone nearby was shocked by his thought and immediately advised him.
"Idiot..."
However, this person simply rolled his eyes and cursed at the one advising him.
This left the advisor stunned.
He thought: Good intentions bring no reward.
Little did he know, that guy was just lamenting, and he took it seriously. If he wasn't an idiot, who was?
The Sinful Angel, with its exceptional skill and courage, weaved through the entire beast tide, killing monsters.
However, its individual strength was ultimately limited.
In this boundless beast tide, it was ultimately like a rootless duckweed.
It also knew that it couldn't stop the beast tide by itself; its goal was to boost morale.
Otherwise, with so many monsters directly impacting the city wall, this Rock fort would definitely not be able to withstand it.
The materials and construction methods used when it was built were for resisting siege equipment.
Its resistance to monster impact and attacks was much weaker.
Now, they could only rely on the players from the Southern War Zone to output at full strength and hold back the stampede of the beast tide.
They had to wait for the number of players exiting from the east and west sides to reach a certain point, at which point they could encircle and cut off the beast tide through sheer numbers, allowing the players on the city wall to rest for a bit.
Although this kind of close combat with the beast tide would result in significant player losses.
It was a last resort. To preserve the fort, some sacrifices had to be made.
Otherwise, if the Rock fort fell, the morale of the entire nation would plummet.
If the members of the Divine God Alliance had any backup plans, and they switched from defense to offense, attacking their Russian War Zone, without the obstruction of the Rock fort, they would advance triumphantly, potentially taking all of the southern territory of their Russian War Zone.
Thinking of these consequences, the Sinful Angel felt a chill down its spine.
It now regretted its previous decision somewhat.
It knew that the members of the Divine God Alliance must have possessed this method of summoning beast tides long ago.
If not, it wouldn't have decided to lure that Level 300 God-Tier boss into the Dragon Country War Zone this time, to attack the倾城 fort.
The other party definitely wouldn't have used this tactic.
Now, regret was useless; everything had been decided.
It just didn't know how long the beast tide they summoned could last.
Did that formation require people to maintain it, or did it form naturally after activation?
If it required maintenance, it hoped its secretly dispatched team could achieve results.
Within the mountain range canyon southwest of the Rock fort.
A team from the Russian War Zone, all wearing white cloaks, advanced hidden in the snow.
If viewed from above, it would be difficult to find them without careful observation.
They were the secret team dispatched by the Sinful Angel.
They were all top players from the Russian War Zone.
It had to be said that the players from the Russian War Zone were quite disciplined. In this small team of twelve, every player was a top player below the Sinful Angel.
In other war zones, these people would be arrogant and unwilling to submit to anyone. How could they coexist peacefully, let alone carry out missions? There would definitely be internal conflicts as no one would defer to another.
However, these people did not exhibit such problems.
Everyone was silent, with only one goal: the pillar of light soaring into the sky.
Which was the source of the beast tide.
Their objective was to check if the other party still had people maintaining the formation, and if so, to interrupt the formation's operation and kill the personnel maintaining it.
If not, they would find a way to destroy the formation.
It was just unknown if the monsters were appearing from the formation; if that were the case, it would be troublesome.
A large number of newly emerged monster groups would surely be gathered around the formation. They couldn't guarantee what they could do under the pressure of the massive monster horde.
If it were an ordinary monster grinding spot, they could have assigned a few people to lure the monsters away while the rest tried to destroy the formation.
This place was different. Looking at the endless stream of monsters rushing out from the mountain hollow, the number of monsters appearing at the formation's location must have been considerable. The method of luring monsters was simply not feasible.
Soon, they reached the mountaintop on one side of the hollow.
Looking down, they all showed expressions of joy.
"Look, they are maintaining the formation!"
"There are no monsters at the formation's location. That formation is to open the teleportation gate ahead."
"Only six Archmages. Let's go down and take care of them!"
The twelve players from the Russian War Zone became eager.