Chapter 217: The Power of the Portrait (Requesting Monthly Votes!)_4

Even three Transcendents of Sequence Eight perished at their hands!

"And what good does this do for them? Is their guild's brain trust a bunch of idiots?"

Landon was mentally and physically exhausted as he subconsciously clenched his fists.

The assets that the Lost Name Guild had accumulated in Ice Glutinous Town and Soy Bean Town were almost completely squandered in these two attacks. Whether it was their Contribution Degree with the Church or the Levels that members had painstakingly trained up, all plummeted.

The incarnation of the Minotaur, Doghead Gold, continued to wreak havoc among the crowd. With three punches and two kicks, he outright shattered several Lost Name players' bodies, their round shields as flimsy as paper, breaking at a single poke.

"Why hasn't Priest Okon made a move yet! Almost all of our people are getting killed offline!"

A breath caught in Landon's chest, leaving him immensely frustrated.

Just then.