"Six Finger Mountain is done for, they've been knocked out!"
Ye Rong lay on the bed chewing on a whole wheat bread, his fingers sliding across the touch screen in front of his eyes, browsing the forum.
Nighttime was the time for collective truces, not only because the darkness affected visibility, but also because the players needed to rest.
There was no need to worry about other clans seizing this time to eradicate Demon Soldiers and earn merit points. A single clan couldn't possibly withstand the charge of a hundred thousand Demon Soldiers - perhaps the number wasn't quite a hundred thousand right now, but it was surely over seventy or eighty thousand.
There was a thread on the forum summarizing the mission to put down the hundred thousand Demon Soldiers. The founding missions of several Heavenly Leaderboard experts and five clans had become quite a hot topic recently.
