He Banxing de Huli quickly sensed the fierce offensive of the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame. Watching groups of players from the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame fiercely charge the defenses of the Holy Roman Empire, repelling wave after wave, endlessly, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Damn it, what kind of medicine did Potian and Ye Po Shengun give them? They're fighting so hard," Banxing de Huli cursed.

One line of defense fell, then another.

Banxing de Huli quickly mobilized the rear troops to fill the gaps. On average, at least several hundred players fell every minute. If Niuren Tribe didn't arrive soon, they would be finished.

The Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame advanced rapidly, and the players of the Holy Roman Empire also fought with bloodlust, ignoring the cost and stubbornly withstanding the fierce attacks of the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame, without the slightest retreat.

"Damn, the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame aren't that great, are they? The two guilds together haven't done anything to us."

"Boss, I killed twenty-three! I'm joining the Knights!"

"Brothers, keep it up, drive back the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame, and see if those bastards dare to underestimate our Holy Roman Empire again!"

The ordinary players of the Holy Roman Empire, Holy Light Flame, Triumphant Empire, and even Niuren Tribe were not mortal enemies. Some even had a bit of a friendly relationship in private. They each served their own masters, and no one would turn guild hatred into personal hatred. But one thing was certain, they shared the same fate as their guilds, for better or worse. If the guild was strong, they would naturally have more prestige.

Outside Dusk Forest, it had become a chaotic battlefield, and the scale of the war was getting bigger and bigger.

Just as Banxing de Huli was struggling to hold on, about to collapse, Niuren Tribe charged in from the east of the battlefield, bypassing to the rear of the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame, and surged forward like a tide.

"Brothers, kill! Slaughter Holy Light Flame and the Triumphant Empire!"

The 30,000 players of Niuren Tribe charged towards Holy Light Flame and the Triumphant Empire like an overwhelming force, their shouts echoing through the sky.

The players of Holy Light Flame and the Triumphant Empire in the east felt the ground shaking under their feet. Then, countless Niuren Tribe players, like ants, a dark mass, appeared in the distance, rushing towards them like an irresistible flood. They showed terrified expressions. If the people of Niuren Tribe charged over, they would be the first to bear the brunt.

"Tang Yao, tell the thief brothers to pay attention to picking up equipment!" Nie Yan specially instructed Tang Yao.

"Don't worry, I've told them, not a single piece of equipment on the ground can be missed!"

With the momentum of Niuren Tribe, charging over was definitely not a problem. As they continued to push the front line forward, they would reap countless equipment, especially now that many players from the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame were already red-named.

Generally, in such a battlefield, if a red-named player's equipment was dropped, the guild would definitely replenish their equipment after the war and give them extra rewards to compensate for their losses.

Nie Yan thought, even if they couldn't severely damage the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame, they had to make them bleed!

With a bang, a muffled, thunderous roar, the warriors of Niuren Tribe collided with the ranks of the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame. At the forefront were shield warriors like Cuican Daoguang and Yi Yan, wielding greatswords, charging into the ranks of the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame, and beginning a fierce assault.

Powerful divine power fell from the sky like gentle spring rain, covering five or six hundred warriors in front, their attributes soaring, making them even more ferocious.

"Damn, this is awesome, what kind of skill is this!"

"Strength attribute increased by 60%, invincible!"

Among these warriors, those who originally only dealt one or two hundred damage with their blades now dealt two or three hundred damage, cutting through people like chopping vegetables. Not to mention those with fierce attacks.

Such a large range, it's advanced magic! Nie Yan's gaze swept over the Niuren Tribe players, locking onto a Holy Light Priest wearing a white robe in the crowd. His heart stirred. It was him!

That person was none other than Heise Tiantang (Black Heaven). It seemed that he had fulfilled his agreement with Nie Yan and was truly becoming a member of Niuren Tribe, participating in guild activities. Heise Tiantang had just cast the Priest's Holy Sanctuary magic, Strength Blessing.

Niuren Tribe was like a beast, tearing at the front lines of Holy Light Flame and the Triumphant Empire. The people of the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame retreated steadily, but the speed of their retreat couldn't match the speed of the warriors' charge.

"Niuren Tribe is invincible!"

The players of Niuren Tribe burst out with roars, their momentum like a rainbow, scaring the players of Holy Light Flame and the Triumphant Empire, losing a point in momentum. Occasional pockets of stubborn resistance were quickly gnawed away by Niuren Tribe.

"Kill!" Tang Yao's staff spat out tongues of fire, each spell blasting a person from the Triumphant Empire or Holy Light Flame away. His level was high, coupled with his terrifying spell damage, few could withstand his two or three attacks.

Nie Yan single-handedly charged into the rear Priest ranks of Holy Light Flame and the Triumphant Empire, constantly swinging his blade, decisively killing the Priests one by one.

Nie Yan was like a god of death, reaping the lives of these Priest players, his terrifying lethality chilling the hearts of onlookers.

Priests were the lifeline of a guild. There were at least several hundred warriors and several hundred mages guarding nearby. How did he get in!

In an instant, all the mages around aimed their magic at Nie Yan.

Spells bombarded Nie Yan's body, exploding with bangs, and a series of damage numbers floated above Nie Yan's head.

But Nie Yan's level was too high, level 35. Many of these players were only level 25 or 26, some even lower, a difference of more than ten levels. Without equipment that ignored level differences, their damage was very limited. Plus, Nie Yan had equipped a set of Tianxing (Starwalker) armor, which had high defense, so their attacks rarely reached double digits.

But under the dense attacks, Nie Yan's health quickly dropped to only half. He drank a bottle of intermediate instant-recovery potion, and his health instantly returned to full.

Standing on a high place, Potian noticed that something was wrong over there. A thief had actually charged into the Priest ranks and slaughtered twenty or thirty Priests in a row. He took a look, and it was his nemesis, Nie Yan. He shouted in rage, "Shou Gou (Skinny Dog), lead a team of thieves and kill Nie Yan for me! Damn it, Crazy Thief Nie Yan, I'll see how crazy you really are!"

Dozens of thieves headed towards Nie Yan's location, charging towards Nie Yan.

Nie Yan felled another five or six Priests. Because he had caused chaos among the Priests, they were unable to heal with peace of mind. The warriors of the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame, lacking Priest heals, collapsed at the first touch. The warriors of Niuren Tribe, bathed in holy light, advanced triumphantly.

A group of Niuren Tribe thieves approached, including Yichui Dingqing, Sun, and others. They began to attack the mages. They were all elites of Niuren Tribe, with extraordinary combat power. The mages of the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame were immediately devoured, and the firepower against Nie Yan immediately weakened.

Nie Yan saw a familiar figure, entering stealth and approaching him. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When Shou Gou glimpsed Nie Yan's smile while in stealth, he felt his heart being punched hard, and his scalp tingled. He had encountered Nie Yan more than once or twice, and had been defeated miserably almost every time. This had cast some psychological shadow on him. Although there were so many elite teammates from the Triumphant Empire around him, he still didn't have a shred of security. His movements felt a bit stiff, as if all the strength in his body was being drained.

Nie Yan turned his head to look in the direction where Shou Gou was approaching, locking onto his position, and a divine light bloomed in his eyes, Eye of Truth!

A blurry figure was reflected in Nie Yan's eyes. He immediately activated stealth, disappearing from the sight of the surrounding players, and killed towards Shou Gou.

Seeing the veins bulging around Nie Yan's eyes, like a demon, Shou Gou's heart panicked. In the blink of an eye, Nie Yan suddenly disappeared. A feeling of being approached by the god of death rose in his heart. He tightened the dagger in his hand, preparing to meet the attack. But before he could make a move, a chill rose behind him. By the time he wanted to react, it was too late!

So fast! Terrible speed!

A hint of despair and helplessness rose in Shou Gou's heart. Nie Yan was unmatched! This feeling of despair and helplessness would become the biggest obstacle to his future advancement. Even if he advanced in the future, he would never be Nie Yan's opponent, because Nie Yan had completely destroyed his confidence.

Nie Yan used Death Dance, bypassing Shou Gou before he could react, and hitting the back of Shou Gou's head with a Muffled Strike.

Shou Gou fell into a stunned state.

"Damn, stop him!" A group of thieves around, discovering that Nie Yan had stunned Shou Gou, pounced over.

Before they could pounce, Nie Yan used Backstab, then brought the dagger to the front of Shou Gou's throat. The dagger flashed coldly, and a Throat Cut suddenly opened, blood spurting out.

Shou Gou fell to the ground.

Nie Yan used Shadow Dance, disappearing from the sight of these thief players.

By the time these thieves from the Triumphant Empire pounced over, the surrounding area was already empty. There was no trace of Nie Yan. They looked at each other, a chill rising in their hearts. Only then did they understand why Nie Yan was given the title of Crazy Thief online. Nie Yan was indeed worthy of the name. They were more than one level behind Nie Yan!

The two or three hundred Priests gathered together were slaughtered by Nie Yan, Yichui Dingqing, Sun, and others, leaving only a large pile of corpses. The warriors of Niuren Tribe in front quickly pushed over, devouring the nearby players from the Triumphant Empire and Holy Light Flame.

Tang Yao, looking at Niuren Tribe's income, was even more overjoyed. Because Niuren Tribe's offensive line continued to move forward, the thousand thieves active in the rear had gained at least eight thousand pieces of equipment. After returning the equipment dropped by their own people to their brothers, they could still net five or six thousand pieces.