"Slaughter Spree: "What... how many people are here? Am I hallucinating?"
On the battlefield, both sides paused, astonished, as they looked around.
On the hills, in the plains, at the various teleportation points, US players arrived in droves, like a tide sweeping across the land.
Orson felt a jolt like electricity coursing through his body, struggling to comprehend what he was seeing.
Even he hadn't expected that a few regional horn blasts would result in such a massive turnout!
He had personally orchestrated the epic return of the Soul of Heroes, and now, a flood of US players had appeared on the battlefield. It was a sight to behold, with waves of players pouring into the warzones like an unstoppable tsunami.
"Just cannon fodder. Don't panic."
Apocalypse Knight Rukawa's face darkened as thirty thousand US players appeared on the battlefield.