Chapter 47

Zhang Hao and Yang Rui could afford it, but for the entire team, that was a huge loss.

A full retreat would mean 10 million points!

In the team, not everyone has enough points for Emergency Teleportation.

Some are friends dragging people to farm points, some paid Star Coins to ask him for help.

In other words, his Zhang Hao team has the nature of a gold-farming team.

A free team exploding and people dying is still justifiable.

A gold-farming team exploding and people dying is a very troublesome problem.

The battle continued and soon entered an intense state.

Both sides’ troops suffered heavy losses.

Undead lords, if they don’t kill people, or force someone to use Emergency Teleportation, they will be killed by the Primordial Realm’s rules.

With no way out, they were incredibly crazy, letting their troops attack regardless of their lives.

Zhang Hao and Yang Rui were also unwilling to leave; once they left, it would trigger a team explosion.

There was no way; Zhang Hao and Yang Rui both sent several messages to Zhao Xing for help, hoping he wouldn’t stand by.

“Brother Zhao.” Yang Rui’s phantom appeared under the moonlight. “Can we cooperate?”

“Cooperate?” Zhao Xing said lightly. “How to cooperate?”

“We are willing to pay 1 million Star Coins,” Yang Rui said. “Please, Brother Zhao, take your people and attack those undead lords.”

“Only 1 million?” Zhao Xing sneered.

Clearly, Yang Rui and the others wanted to retreat, which would mean a team consumption of 10 million points.

Points are more valuable than Star Coins!

And they were only willing to pay 1 million?

“Brother Yang, when it’s time to strike, I will naturally strike,” Zhao Xing said. “Don’t say anything else.”

The communication was cut off, and Yang Rui was speechless.

Yes, this price is indeed low.

But does Zhao Xing have the confidence to resist so many alien lords alone?

In his opinion, 1 million is not a small amount.

But Zhao Xing still didn’t agree and didn’t give him any face at all.

“There’s no other way.” Yang Rui shook his head, then commanded, “Elite team, kill the nearest undead lords quickly!”

“After an hour, regardless of the harvest, everyone retreat!”

Cooperation couldn’t be reached, so Yang Rui could only choose to let the elite team take risks and see if they could kill some lords.

To make up for the losses brought by activating Emergency Teleportation later.

On the other side, Zhang Hao was also negotiating with Zhao Xing.

“Zhao Xing, give me some face.”

Zhang Hao was covered in mecha, with artillery fire behind him.

They were a mechanical lord team, with mechanical lords as the main force.

But now the consumption was too great, and he couldn’t hold on either.

“Attack those alien lords from the rear.”

“I have already communicated with another commander; you and the other two teams will join forces and obey my command to kill these undead lords together.”

“Obey your command?” Zhao Xing frowned. “No need.”

Also asking for help, Yang Rui was at least a bit polite.

But this Zhang Hao was completely condescending.

“Not willing?” A flash of displeasure appeared on Zhang Hao’s face. “With just your team, how can you survive in this Undead Graveyard?”

“You are safe and sound now, but once we withdraw, you won’t be able to block them, and the whole team will also have to use Emergency Teleportation to leave.”

“Giving you a chance to earn points, why insist on being stubborn and losing points?”

“That’s my business,” Zhao Xing said coldly. Earning points on the Glory Battlefield is based on one’s own ability.

This Zhang Hao had the intention of using others as cannon fodder from the moment he came in.

Now he’s asking for help, and he’s still so high-profile?

“F*ck, you’re really a stupid...” Zhang Hao couldn’t help but curse.

But Zhao Xing had already cut off the communication.

And directly blocked him.

“Damn it!” Zhang Hao was furious, but now, he could only endure it.

He walked quickly to a high ground.

“Young Marquis.” Zhang Hao smiled at a baby-faced teenager.

“Zhang Hao, what’s the matter? What happened?” The baby-faced teenager asked lazily, lying on a chair.

“A small problem, there’s an idiot who doesn’t want to earn points even when given the chance,” Zhang Hao said hatefully.

But he respectfully said again: “The situation is not very good now. Young Marquis, you just came in and don’t have points to activate Emergency Teleportation.”

“But Young Marquis, you haven’t participated in the battle, please leave here first.”

“Leave?” The baby-faced teenager looked at Zhang Hao. “Are you going to explode the team?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Zhang Hao said helplessly.

“Hmph. This is my first time in a dungeon, and I let you bring me. You guaranteed it a hundred times before... I even rejected others’ requests, and this is the result? It’s really disappointing.” The baby-faced one snorted coldly and stood up to teleport away.

Zhang Hao could only accompany him with a smile, waiting for this noble person to teleport away.

Then he was full of anger, looking coldly at Zhao Xing’s direction.

“Zhao Xing, right? If we don’t have a good time, don’t think you will either!”

“All members, move toward the designated coordinates! Lure these monsters over there!”

Undead Graveyard, in the ocean of white bone creatures.

A figure in a wide robe stood on a high place, looking far away at Zhao Xing’s territory.

He is the commander among the undead lords, and also the strongest genius—Elek.

Elek’s face had a sickly paleness, with blue-green eyes and a high nose bridge.

His exquisite features and powerful talent gave Elek a noble temperament in every move.

Before being captured, Elek was indeed a noble.

He was once a direct descendant of a powerful lord.

But a few years ago, that powerful alien lord was destroyed by the more powerful Emperor Chixing Empire.

Since then, Elek and the rest of his clansmen and subjects became prisoners.

Trapped in the Primordial Realm, they became whetstones for the Empire to cultivate geniuses.

Situations like this are not uncommon.

They mostly hate the Empire but have a strong desire to survive.

How long will days like this last?

Can he really kill his way into the high-level zone and gain that glimmer of hope for survival?

Elek looked into the distance, unable to help but be lost in thought.

Just then, a tall and burly young man walked over with two elite bone giants.

“Your Highness Elek!” he shouted loudly. “I don’t understand why you arranged it this way.”

“Leaving this group of Imperial scum alone, and even leaving them enough space to escape.”

Elek came back to his senses from his thoughts and looked at the young man Batu lightly: “Call me commander, Batu, the Star-Duo Royal Family no longer exists.”

The invisible pressure made the young man Batu choke, then he restrained his questioning tone and said respectfully: “Yes, commander.”

“However, I still don’t understand why you want us to bypass this piece of territory.”

“Clearly our numbers are several times those of the Imperial scum.”

“And you, since you intend to let them go, why stay here and watch?”

Elek looked at the Golden Sunflower flickering with light in the distance.

“Batu, I have told you many times, survival is our prerequisite.”