Inside the other purified human main cities of Zone 3.

The players had only just been counter-killed. In the very next moment, they found themselves standing inside the Revival Spring.

Before they could even understand what had happened after reviving, a string of death notifications rang out beside their ears.

[You have been killed by the reflective-damage talent of Zone 5 player "John." Level -20!]

[Death Penalty: All attributes reduced by 50%, all skills forgotten, all equipment dropped!]

[Your demon race identity has been stripped away!]

[Your wallet has been emptied, and you have incurred a debt of 391.2 billion gold coins!]

[Please repay your debt as soon as possible. Your wallet will return to normal once the debt is cleared!]

...

The players stared at their now-normal skin, then looked at the catastrophically negative balance in their wallets and their utterly empty backpacks.

They felt as if the sky itself had collapsed.

Everything they had painstakingly accumulated for so long had vanished overnight. Worse still, they now owed an astronomical amount of gold coins.

For a time, wails and cries rose everywhere.

"Waaah! Why did this happen? What the hell just happened?"

"Where are my things? Why did it turn out like this after using it only once?"

"Why are we being punished like this? I don’t want to play anymore!"

"I owe this much money? I’ll never be able to pay it back in my lifetime! And even my demon race identity is gone!"

"Do we even have a future anymore? Why is Heaven punishing us like this?"

When these players saw their debts and their empty storage, they had already been devastated. But it was only when they realized that even their demon race identity had been taken away that they truly broke down.

Some players cried so hard that they fainted on the spot, losing consciousness entirely.

...

At the same time, outside Demon Lord’s City.

There were still eighty million demon race players remaining inside Demon Lord’s City.

Due to sheer inertia in their thinking, the third wave of players still gritted their teeth and charged forward, preparing to attack.

Meanwhile, the players from Zone 5 were not standing around watching either. They had already pushed into Demon Lord’s City.

They had begun clashing with the demon warriors. As the meat shields responsible for protecting the damage-dealing players in Aroka’s plan, the demon warriors, with the support of assassins and priests, managed to tangle themselves up with the Zone 5 players.

Like mad dogs, they kept tearing and biting at the Zone 5 players.

Many Zone 5 players simply could not adapt to this rhythm of battle. Often, just as they were about to retreat, large groups of low-HP demon warriors would pounce on them, giving them no chance to pull back and recover.

The Zone 5 players finally began to suffer casualties.

After all, these demon warriors also had a massive number of monsters assisting them. Under such a human-wave tactic, even the powerful players of Zone 5 would eventually be unable to hold on.

Unless every single player in Zone 5 was on John’s level, there was no way they could guarantee sustained combat without taking damage.

Alan grew extremely anxious at the sight.

He knew very well that the true purpose of this Kingdom War was to test how strong Zone 5 had become after developing for so long.

But right now, the number of casualties was still rising.

If, afterward, Boss John saw that the losses had been this heavy and blamed him for it, Alan feared he would have no choice but to resign and take responsibility.

Just as he was thinking about how to break the deadlock, he suddenly felt a warm white light descend from the sky.

In the next moment, numbers representing restored HP continuously rose above the heads of the Zone 5 players.

[+10057!]

[+12345!]

[+19876!]

[...]

As the holy light fell, the exhausted Zone 5 players immediately felt their energy return.

Their HP was instantly restored to full.

"Could this be..."

Alan could not help raising his head and looking up.

The next moment, his pupils shrank sharply, and deep reverence surged in his eyes.

"It’s the guild leader. How did he do that?" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

That white light just now had clearly come from nearly half of John’s clones in the sky switching into priest form.

The staffs in their hands continuously released holy light capable of rapidly restoring everyone’s condition, turning the Zone 5 players below into people who were practically carrying a mobile Revival Spring with them.

With the support of John’s clones, the Zone 5 players instantly reversed their decline.

No matter how crazed the demon race players became, they could no longer contend with them.

Often, the demon race players had only just torn a few thousand HP from their bodies when, in the very next second, that HP was restored to full.

Once the Zone 5 players discovered that their HP basically would not drop at all, they became even more crazed than the demon race players.

You slash me once?

Fine. I’ll ignore the damage and slash you back three times.

"Come on! Let’s hurt each other!"

"Let’s see who’s stronger! I don’t lose HP, so what am I afraid of?"

"Weren’t you acting all arrogant just now? Come on, keep trading blows!"

"You think only you know how to fight by sacrificing HP? With the guild leader supporting us, who the hell am I supposed to be afraid of?"

...

Under the relentless advance of the Zone 5 players, fear gradually began to grow in the hearts of the demon race players.

They simply could not understand why the HP of the Zone 5 players would not go down no matter how hard they attacked.

Even though Aroka kept desperately urging them to hold the line in the guild channel, defeat was like a collapsing mountain.

The Zone 5 players were gradually approaching the demon race’s damage-dealing army in the rear.

Seeing this, Aroka gritted his teeth and immediately issued a mad command.

[Aroka] (Vice Guild Leader): "Everyone, use Demonfolk Sacrificial Rite! Attack John at all costs!"

...

Demonfolk Sacrificial Rite was a special life-burning technique exclusive to demon race players.

If more than ten million demon race players within a certain range self-destructed, a Level 350 demon race boss would be summoned on the spot.

This boss belonged to the one-time attack type.

In other words, after unleashing one full-power strike, it would immediately die.

During this period, it could not be attacked, would not die, and its attack was guaranteed to hit.

It could be considered a sacrificial formula unique to the demon race.

However, the price was severe.

After completing the sacrifice, the demon race players involved would have their levels reduced by ten, and they would be unable to gain levels through experience points for half a month.

It was the kind of tactic that harmed the enemy by one thousand while injuring oneself by eight hundred.

The moment Aroka gave the order, many players showed hesitation on their faces.

Although they desperately wanted to protect Demon Lord’s City, the price of using this sacrificial method was simply too heavy. Even they found it difficult to bear.

Just then, John in the sky made his move.

A red glow appeared around most of John’s bodies.

Wrathborn talent activated.

He had switched into warrior mode!

...

Inside the City Lord Mansion of Demon Lord’s City, the demon dragon suddenly opened its eyes.

Shock appeared in its ferocious pupils.

It shouted sharply, urging them on, "Hurry! I can sense that the human outside is about to make his move! If you don’t sacrifice immediately, your subordinates will suffer devastating losses!"

After hearing this, Aroka once again issued a guild command, urging them forward.

The players below also sensed that something was wrong.

They gritted their teeth.

"We’re dead either way. We might as well make our deaths worth something."

"John, even if I die, I’m dragging you down with me!"

"Fine. Then let’s go all out!"

In the next moment, tens of millions of demon race players slit their own throats and died, transforming into streams of incomparably pure Demonic Aura that remained in place.