The strongest of the three camps, hundreds of them, stood in the middle of the silent torrent of stones, which brushed past them like a meteor shower.
There were no rules, nor was there much protection. Everybody could choose their target at their will and unleash the most furious damage. Everybody could see the difference in their combat ability. The more skilled of them could certainly occupy the most advantageous position in the operation.
Although the war had not begun yet, there were still different levels according to past achievements, fame, and status, including the equipment on one's body.
Among them, the experts who were not wearing any plate armor and only wearing mustard suits that were as thin as a cicada's wing were the well-deserved super experts. Their killing intent was so sharp that it was almost tangible, and yet they could only lock onto their enemy. They did not think highly of the top experts on Nash's side at all.
