Faced with these soldiers still howling as they charged him, he subconsciously believed this was some grand, tragic last stand to defend their homeland.
"Hmph. A bit of courage. In that case, I will grant you your wish and see you off on your way!"
Before the words had even faded, he and several Qi Refining disciples pounced on the crowd of players like tigers on a flock of sheep.
The players didn't hesitate, greeting them with a storm of blades, spears, swords, and halberds.
Instantly, a series of damage numbers appeared above the Evil Cultivators' heads:
"-34!"
"-41!"
"-1!"
"-1!"
Seeing this, the players weren't discouraged at all. Instead, they shouted in excitement:
"We can break their defense! We've got a shot, boys! We can break their defense!"
"As long as it has a health bar, we can kill even a god! Let's zerg rush these bastards!"
"Charge! Get the first kill!"
However, the disparity in strength was undeniable.
