"Charge!"
The Ten Thousand Clans players shouted in unison and followed Old Snake towards White Tiger City.
The players on the walls of White Tiger City, seeing the Ten Thousand Clans players charging at them, didn't know whether to be joyful or terrified, but they turned and ran, shouting, "The Ten Thousand Clans are attacking again!"
Old Snake scornfully said, "A bunch of cowardly human players, it's so stupid, they didn't even close the city gates! I've taken this city!"
Leading a group of experts, Old Snake was the first to charge into White Tiger City. The moment he entered, his sprinting steps dug into the ground like an iron plough, screeching to a halt after half a meter.
A moment ago, Old Snake was filled with confidence and ferocity, but now he was covered in cold sweat, trembling all over.