The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

The crowd scattered, their figures quickly disappearing into the desolate ruins.

Less than ten minutes after Mo Fang and the others left.

The previously vanished dungeon entrance, the portal that distorted space, reappeared without warning in its original location.

Immediately afterwards, a hundred or so figures emerged from the light screen in a disheveled state.

The leading man was burly and wore a heavy set of dark gold armor, but the armor was now covered with scratches and charred marks, and there was even a dented fist mark on his chest, indicating that he had been through a fierce battle.

As soon as Qingtian stepped out of the light curtain, he ripped off his helmet, revealing a face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

"Damn it! A bunch of idiots!"

He roared and slammed his heavy helmet to the ground with a thud.

"They always brag like crazy, but they're completely useless when it really matters! A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

With him personally leading the team, the raid was eventually cleared, but the cost was too high for him to accept.

When the team has a large number of members, the requirements for coordination become extremely stringent.

Wasteland is so realistic, it's almost outrageously realistic.

During the battle, many of our team's ranged attacks didn't land on the 500-meter-tall Golden Palace Giant at all; instead, they all crashed down on our teammates who were tanking the monster in the front row.

On several occasions, he, as the president, was forced to retreat repeatedly by his own people, suffering greatly.

"I've experienced firsthand what it means to be afraid of a god-like opponent but a pig-like teammate."

Keep in mind that this team of 100 people was made up of his carefully selected elite members!

Qingtian glanced around, and those who met his gaze all lowered their heads.

A shrewd and capable-looking middle-aged man next to Qingtian quickly stepped forward, picked up the helmet from the ground, and smiled ingratiatingly.

"Boss, calm down. After all, our guild is relatively new and can't compare to those established guilds. It's normal to lack coordination. We'll get used to it after a few more times."

These words only fueled Qingtian's anger.

"Try a few more times?!" He snatched the helmet from the middle-aged man, pointing it at his nose and yelling, "Easy for you to say! Do you know how much we've lost on this trip?!"

Qingtian pointed to the dejected members who were walking out one after another behind him, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger.

"Putting everything else aside, the cost of resurrecting those elite members who died alone was nearly 100,000 Source Crystals!"

"One hundred thousand source crystals! Do you know how huge a pile that will be when you take it out?!"

"In a single dungeon run, each person dies nearly ten times on average! Who can withstand that kind of drain? A few more attempts, and our guild will be wiped out without anyone else even lifting a finger!"

The middle-aged man's smile froze for a moment, and he could only nod repeatedly in agreement.

He was secretly cursing in his heart.

Working for a boss like this is the worst luck imaginable.

If it's a truly wealthy and powerful guild leader, then any problem that can be solved with Source Crystals isn't even a problem.

But Qingtian is someone who doesn't have much capital of his own, yet still wants to grow big and strong.

Even when you spend your own money, he feels that you've taken advantage of him and made him suffer a great loss.

Just then, a soft notification sound rang out.

While listening to Qingtian's roar, the middle-aged man calmly opened his friends' information panel.

Anyway, only I can see this panel, and no one else can find it, so I've gotten used to slacking off openly.

The angry curses of Qingtian still echoed in my ears; they were nothing but clichés.

"...And that Zhang Tianfu, he's a mage, where the hell is he throwing fireballs? He threw them right at my face! Is he a spy sent by the other side?"

"And that idiot Li Jiajin, all he does is cower with that broken shield. When the BOSS slaps him, he dodges faster than anyone else, completely wasting the support and control abilities behind him!"

The middle-aged man listened absentmindedly, his attention entirely focused on the light screen in front of him.

[The leader of the Spark Guild, 'Sparkling Wildfire', has sent you a message.]

[The leader of the Skyblade Guild, 'Soulbreaker,' has sent you a message.]

[The leader of the Ironblood Alliance, "Iron-Blooded Loyal Heart," has sent you a message.]

The series of prompts surprised him somewhat.

These are all guild leaders who have signed cooperation agreements with the Myth Guild. We don't usually have much contact with them, so why did they all come to our door today?

He casually clicked on the first one.

[Spark Guild officially announces the unilateral termination of all cooperation agreements with Myth Guild, effective immediately.]

Ok?

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

Terminating cooperation? Are you kidding me? Just a few days ago, "Sparkling Fire" shamelessly approached me, wanting Myth Guild to help their people farm materials.

He suppressed his doubts and clicked on the second one.

[Azure Blade officially announces the unilateral termination of all cooperation agreements with Myth Guild, effective immediately.]

Article 3.

[The Ironblood Alliance officially announces the unilateral termination of all cooperation agreements with the Myth Guild, effective immediately.]

Article 4, Article 5...

Looking through the messages one by one, the content was almost identical; they were all unilateral announcements of the termination of cooperation.

Within a minute, more than a dozen guilds that had partnered with Myth Guild sent out messages to terminate their cooperation, as if they had made a pact.

These are all guilds that have good relations with the Myth Guild.

Cold sweat instantly seeped from the middle-aged man's forehead.

He suddenly looked up, no longer caring about Qingtian's complaints, and the color drained from his face.

"Boss, something terrible has happened!"

His voice trembled slightly, successfully interrupting Qingtian's angry outburst.

Qingtian was cursing enthusiastically when he was interrupted and turned his head away impatiently.

"Spit it out!"

The middle-aged man swallowed hard, raised his trembling hand, and pointed towards his information panel.

"Boss...all the guilds that have good relations and cooperation with our Myth Guild..."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts, but the immense shock made him stammer.

"They...they all unilaterally announced that they wanted to terminate their cooperation with us..."

Qingtian couldn't believe what he had just heard: "What did you say?!"

"I treated them just as well, how dare those guys!"

As he spoke, Qingtian immediately sent a message himself.

"Hey bro, what's going on your end? Weren't we working together really well before?"

The same message was sent more than a dozen times, which made Qingtian feel inexplicably angry.

The message was quickly marked as read, but no response was received.

Qingtian immediately clenched his fist: "They've read my message but haven't replied. Are they all trying to disgust me?"

He immediately contacted Xinghuo Liaoyuan of the Xinghuo Guild, since this was the person he had the best relationship with.

But Qingtian waited a long time, even sending several messages in a row, before receiving a reply from the other party.

Sparks Spread: "My brother, are you really unaware, or are you pretending?"

"Don't you know who you've offended?"