Time slowly passed.

The sun outside the main hall gradually climbed to the highest point in the sky, then slowly descended toward the earth.

During this time, Wang Zhifan and the other two mostly rested in the side hall, occasionally going out to see if the enemy had appeared, experiencing a difficult yet somewhat boring time.

Finally, around two in the afternoon, a young man in black and gold sect attire appeared outside the main hall.

The young man had an agile posture, clearly someone with strength, and he walked unhurriedly into the side hall dedicated to players, only to find that almost all the players had left. His brow furrowed immediately, and he showed a hint of disdain, but he quickly collected himself when he turned to look at Wang Zhifan and the others who were either sitting or lying at the table inside the hall. He spoke to them calmly:

"Brave warriors, our sect's informant has spotted traces of the Demon Sect Flying Ship. Please prepare for the enemy."

Upon hearing that the young man, who had previously appeared behind the Wuji Sect leader, had come to notify them, Wang Zhifan stood up from his seat and nodded at him, saying:

"Thank you for informing us. At last, they have appeared."

"Noble warriors, as long as our sect can survive this ordeal, we will ensure you receive the appropriate reward! I must now lead my fellow sect members to face the enemy, so I'll take my leave!"

The young man in black and gold attire finished speaking, bowed slightly to Wang Zhifan and the others, and quickly left.

"Ah Ming, you said you're familiar with the Mystical World. Can you tell me what rank that young man might hold in the Wuji Sect?"

Wang Zhifan, instead of rushing out to meet the enemy after receiving the report, had the leisure to ask the next-door wheelchaired boy this question.

"This... I know."

Chen Ming, whose pale face had become somewhat stiff due to nervousness, tried not to think about the fierce enemies approaching, then replied after a brief contemplation:

"Given his age and where he showed up initially, he should be a senior brother in the Wuji Sect, or a True Disciple at least. Anyway, his position should be quite high."

"Hmm... now let me talk about our basic tactics for later."

Wang Zhifan nodded lightly at Chen Ming's reply and then began to outline the battle strategy for the impending fight.

"I'll head out alone to confront the enemy, while you two stay here and guard the door to this hall. Ah Wei, you can summon creatures to attack as needed, but primarily focus on keeping this place secure. Ah Ming, look for opportunities to shoot or provide healing if anyone gets hurt..."

Wang Zhifan's arrangements for his two companions were very simple: they were to hide in the side hall and focus on self-preservation, leaving all offensive actions to him.

"Fan... we... really can't help at all?"

Chu Wei listened calmly to Wang Zhifan finish and responded with some confusion but no visible relief or anger.

"That's about it... once the fight starts, everything will become clear. Don't worry, leave the enemies to me. We'll clear this instance smoothly."

Wang Zhifan looked down at the short-haired beauty Chu Wei with a serene smile, then glanced at the wheelchair boy, whose shoulders were trembling slightly from tension, before turning and walking out the main entrance of the hall.

When he stepped outside onto the vast bluestone square, he found that it was no longer sparsely populated. About a hundred Wuji Sect members, including the tall, long-haired mid-aged Sect Leader and two young men with an ancient style behind him, were lined up there in formation, ready to face the enemy. They were calmly looking up at the distant sky, each exuding a high fighting spirit.

Their attention was hardly drawn by Wang Zhifan's quiet arrival. Only the long-haired Sect Leader at the front gave him a sidelong glance but showed no further reaction.

Wang Zhifan wasn't concerned by this. He pondered the information given by the young man earlier, considering how to deal with the enemies approaching on the Demon Sect Flying Ship.

While thinking, he subtly swept his gaze across different corners of the massive square; his eyes lingered momentarily in a few seemingly vacant spots, as if he made some hard-to-see discoveries.

"Haha... there are quite a few people hiding in the shadows, ready to watch the battle. It seems like there are both players and non-players... interesting."

Wang Zhifan wasn't too concerned about the hidden non-players possibly being from the Demon Sect, as already discovered hiders posed no real threat.

Just like the approximately hundred Wuji Sect members standing on the square, he quietly waited for the enemy's arrival.

With his left hand holding the Wolf-Slaying Blade and his right hand relaxed at his waist, Wang Zhifan calmly watched the dazzling skyline, his mind as clear as a tranquil lake.

Meanwhile, in a city not far from the mountain peak, three players gathered at the top floor window of an eight-story building, looking toward the distant peak.

"Mr. Wang, this altitude isn't quite enough; we can't see all the details on the mountain."

A bearded young man used a single telescope to view the distant mountain, appearing unsatisfied with the results, then turned to look at a spectacled man beside him.

"No problem, Beard. You only need to focus on the general area around the mountain top; leave the mountain's intelligence to Fatty."

The scholarly man in his thirties with glasses answered, unperturbed.

"Hey, look! There's something flying in the sky over there!"

An instant later, a middle-aged man with a square face behind them suddenly alerted, pointing toward the horizon with a hint of surprise on his face.

The two in front immediately focused on the distant scene outside the window. The bearded young man raised his telescope to observe the target pointed out by the square-faced man and soon exclaimed:

"Damn! There's such a huge flying ship in this instance world?! Aren't there like a thousand people on it?!"

His words barely ended when he felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

"Mr. Wang, there are so many enemies should we notify Fatty to retreat?"

The square-faced middle-aged man asked worriedly.

"Let's wait a bit, don't worry, that slippery Fatty is sure to be the first to back out if the situation turns bad."

The spectacled scholarly middle-aged man shook his head reassuringly.

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