Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 107 Team Battle
"Alright, the battle isn't over yet,"

Fang Xianyu faced the battlefield outside the protective formation and said, "Taiyin disciples, Guangcheng Sect still needs your protection!"

Even if Fang Xianyu didn't say it, the prestige points reward from killing monsters was very tempting.

Players have long regarded Fang Xianyu as a "faction NPC". In the era of PC games, the shouts of faction NPCs could mobilize the enthusiasm and emotions of players even through the screen, just like in a virtual reality game where it feels like time travel.

"Hold on, Master! I'm coming!"

After committing suicide and returning home, Wang Ergou, who had reported on the limited-time battlefield and was accompanied by Elder Lu Ying, finally teleported over, arriving late along with several other veteran players who were also slower to react.

Wang Ergou, dressed in purple similar to the Master, held aloft a hastily made red flag and ran while shouting in the team chat and game scene simultaneously: "Assemble at the red flag point! Everyone assemble at the red flag point! Put on all your gear, no need to take it off! If you lose any, we'll find it when we clean up the battlefield! I'll say it again! Put on all your gear! Assemble at the red flag point! Assemble at the red flag point!"

Several Guangcheng Sect disciples, who had never witnessed such a fierce scene before, were stunned and whispered among themselves: "What are they doing...?"

"I don't know, they seem very experienced..."

Some Guangcheng Sect disciples, their adrenaline surging from the rockets, excitedly asked the elders around them, "Can I join the fight too?!"

"Let's go too!"

Elder Hu's expression was resolute: "If a sect can only rely on others when it encounters danger, its destruction is not far off!"

"That makes sense!"

Elder Du was the first to rush out of the protective mountain formation. His flying figure swayed precariously upon contact with the black mist and soon fell to the ground. Then, he used his spiritual energy to condense a huge fire dragon, which roared forward, igniting the surrounding area with sparks that engulfed many Yin corpses and evil spirits.

Elder Hu followed closely behind, with an extraordinary sword floating beside him. The sword rushed into the battlefield as if it were empty, weaving through the crowd, and each swing produced a streak of cyan-green sword light.

The other Guangcheng Sect disciples were not to be outdone, and they all rushed out. Their cultivation levels were generally Golden Core and Nascent Soul, so they wouldn't be poisoned and unable to use their spells upon contact with the black mist. Some lower-level disciples also followed the players' example, forming groups of five or six, carrying long weapons, and marching out in square formations, throwing talismans and using spells, resulting in a very fierce battle.

The firelight and sword flashes illuminated the dark battlefield, stunning all the players.

"Holy crap, no wonder it's a high-level NPC, the skill effects are so cool!"

"What are you standing there for! Charge! Don't let the NPCs steal our kills!"

Players, fearing they wouldn't get any prestige, ignored Wang Ergou's instructions and rushed out of the protective mountain formation. However, they were quickly overwhelmed by the Yin Corpses and Evil Ghosts, and were bitten to death without managing to kill a single monster.

Experienced gamers chuckled and laughed, "You're such a fool! You can't get the lion's share of the rewards in these battlefield missions without a group!"

Wang Ergou wasted no time, constantly roaring commands: "Assemble at the red flag! Follow me! Follow the red flag! Come on, I'll count down three, two, one, then activate your skills! Be careful not to hit your teammates!"
"Come on, three—two—one—activate your skills! Unleash your burst damage!"

"Don't run off on your own, follow the red flag!"
"Skill cooldown is over, team, type 1!"

"Those who know magic can clear the surrounding area!"

Under Wang Ergou's command, the large group of dozens of people resembled a giant hammer, with Wang Ergou and a dozen or so people at the top, and a long line of players behind them, smashing down hard into the densely packed monsters.

The giant hammer moved closer and closer to where the Master and his companions were. The Master had already been hit by the BOSS several times and was barely holding on with a sliver of health thanks to the most expensive equipment in the entire server, trying his best to kite the BOSS. Meanwhile, the other dozens of players had long since died.

Wang Ergou shouted, "Master, move closer to me—uh, why don't you go and die? You've completed your mission!"

The players finally found the feeling of playing online games, constantly unleashing skills to clear the area around them while chatting and joking in the team chat.

"Hilarious! Brother Fuzi dragged the BOSS out for so long, and then Brother Gou just said, 'Go and die!' I laughed so hard!"

"In the end, it was all in vain!"

"Master: So love will disappear, right?"

"Holy crap! Master loves him so much! He actually went to deliver it!"

"Your uncle dotes on his dad!"

"Wow! That's awesome! Are our prestige points shared?! I've gained several thousand in just a short time!" "That's normal, playing in a group is just this fun!"

The Ghost General had long been drawn to the group of "little ants." It brandished its axe, roaring as it slashed at the players, and several players fell to the ground with each swing.

Wang Ergou was still shouting passionately: "Replacing the dead! Replacing the dead! Everyone! Focus your skills on the BOSS!"

A sharp-eyed player noticed something incredible: "Focus fire on the BOSS's crotch! There's no armor there!"

"Wait a minute, something's not right. Why are you staring at the BOSS?"

"Whose armor is this?! Isn't that easy to figure out!"

"Who in their right mind would think of that?!"

"But doesn't this have a loincloth?"

"What the hell is a loincloth? That's called a trouser armor!"

"Who told you to attack from the front? Attack from below! This boss is so tall, why don't you crouch down and attack from above?"

"Ugh, that's so disgusting!"

"Do you choose morality or prestige?"

"Only children make choices; as an adult, I want them all!"

"Dream on! As long as we can beat the boss, who cares how we beat him!"

"But it's really so lewd..."

"Just tell me, are you going to fight or not!"

"Fight beat!"

"Dog Bro, give the order! Focus fire on his balls!"

Wang Ergou also saw the conversation in the team chat that sent a chill down his spine. He hissed, hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "I really don't want to do this, it's too sneaky, but you guys are right, it doesn't matter if it's sneaky or not against the enemy, as long as we can win!"

With that, he forced a shout: "Everyone! When your skills are ready, crouch down and focus fire on the BOSS's big butt!"

"The commander has given the order: we are to attack their rear!"

"Dog Bro's let us attack his butt! Everyone attack his butt!"

The banter within the team continued, but many players, for the sake of prestige and victory, chose to crouch down and relentlessly poke at the only unarmored spot on the BOSS that they could reach. Some players simply couldn't stand doing that and continued to casually unleash skills on other parts of the BOSS.

The groin attack was highly effective; a wisp of black energy leaked out from under the BOSS's crotch, and the BOSS, which was originally several meters tall, gradually shrunk to about two meters. The pressure it released was also much less exaggerated.

However, since the BOSS's body has shrunk, the groin attack method is no longer effective, so Wang Ergou shouted, "Cut the gap between its helmet and mask on its face!"

"There is another way!"

The player who previously suggested the groin attack method has once again come up with a crazy tactic: "Let's all go together, strip it of its clothes, strip off its armor, and then we can fight it! No matter how strong it is, it can't possibly protect all its armor at the same time, right?"

"Can its armor be removed? Or could it be a single piece?"

"I observed when the BOSS shrank! It shrank first, and then its armor changed accordingly! It was separate!"

"Well...why don't you give it a try?"

One player, eager for a good show, typed: "Hey bro! Quickly tell everyone to strip the BOSS of his clothes!"

(End of this chapter)