Ye Rong's eyes lit up. This chaos was exactly what the Shushan Sword Alliance, who was already in control of the situation, didn't want to see. But it was what he loved the most.
"Meng Die, get ready. After the purple lightning, there should be no more restrictions. We'll seize the chance and charge in!"
A myriad of purple lightning streaks shot across the sky, but it was the Shushan Sword Alliance that acted as a meat shield and target for others. In contrast, the players behind them were in a much safer position.
There were sporadic screams of pain and members of the Shushan Sword Alliance fell one after another. Vast swathes of white light brightened up.
Sharp-eyed Ye Rong saw a sharp ship with a red glow appear in front of the treasury gate. It had withstood two strikes of the purple lightning. It merely shook a little, but didn't break. It had successfully escaped.
