With godlike talent from the start, how did he become invincible?

Chapter 386 Arrival in the Central Area

Amidst screams, the small guild collapsed instantly, its members scattering in all directions to escape, but most of them were easily wiped out by other teams that caught up later.

Only a few clever ones discarded their guild badges and blended into the other fleeing crowd, or simply surrendered and were absorbed by the main force.

Now, on this final battlefield, those entities that can still maintain their complete organizational structure, have clear command, and are resolutely advancing towards the central area are basically the following types:

The main raid groups of established guilds typically consist of between 800 and 1,500 members, with a reasonable mix of classes, a well-developed command system, and excellent equipment.

They advanced with impeccable discipline, like mobile war fortresses, sweeping away all obstacles in their path, including smaller groups and monsters.

They are the strongest contenders for ultimate victory.

The most numerous type of alliance consists of multiple small and medium-sized guilds or a large number of individual players.

In order to survive, several guilds with a few hundred members joined together, or a stronger guild took the lead in recruiting a large number of unorganized casual players to form a "ragtag army" of thousands or even more.

This type of alliance has a loose structure and chaotic command, but its advantage lies in its large number of members and intimidating presence. It can often scare away opponents who are smaller in size and can also gain an advantage in melee battles by relying on sheer numbers.

However, internal strife, looting, and even betrayal of teammates at crucial moments also occur from time to time.

A very small, elite group, perhaps only a couple hundred or even a few dozen people, but each member is a master, with excellent teamwork and top-notch equipment and skills.

They don't aim for a direct crushing victory; instead, they roam the edges of the battlefield like ghosts, using terrain and mobility to hunt down lone, wounded, or "fat sheep" who have broken away from large-scale battles. They are extremely efficient and difficult to capture.

The shrinking play zone drastically reduces the survival space, causing the probability of players encountering each other to increase exponentially.

Often, two large teams can spot each other from a distance of a few hundred meters, and the leader must make a decision in an instant: whether to fight or avoid.

"Ahead are the [War Song] people! At least 1,200!"

A thief in charge of reconnaissance ran back to his own group, panting, and reported to a warrior leader dressed in magnificent armor, known as "Brother Dragon".

"【Battle Song】? Damn, tough nut to crack."

Brother Long frowned, watching the well-organized and steadily advancing team in the distance.

"Take a detour! Go through the rift valley on the left! It's longer and there are more monsters, but it's better than fighting them to the death! Tell the people behind to stay close!"

Another place.

"Guild Leader! The right wing has discovered the [Casual Player Mutual Aid Alliance]. The number of members is estimated to be over 1,500, but their formation is very scattered, and it looks like they were hastily assembled!"

A mage reported to Li Feng, the guild leader of the [Blade of Glory] guild.

A glint of light flashed in Li Feng's eyes: "A mere 1,500 rabble... Order the first and second echelons to prepare, form a wedge formation, and break through them! The third echelon will provide flank cover and mop up the fleeing soldiers! Move quickly, don't get bogged down! Our objective is the advantageous terrain of the central ruins!"

Upon receiving the order, the elite force of a thousand men, [Blade of Glory], immediately charged like a drawn sword, carrying a chilling killing intent, and fiercely stabbed into the flank of the massive "Casual Player Mutual Aid Alliance"!

Chaos erupted on the alliance's side, with shouts, curses, and angry yells from those giving conflicting commands filling the air.

"They're charging!"

"Hold on! Soldiers, push forward!"

"Where's the mage? Mage, attack quickly!"

"Damn it! Who pushed me?!"

"Don't push, you people in the back!"

The drawbacks of lacking unified and effective command were fully exposed when faced with an elite assault.

The [Blade of Glory]'s arrowhead formation easily tore through the loose outer defenses, cutting into the interior like a hot knife through butter, causing massive casualties.

Despite having a numerical advantage, the alliance was unable to mount an effective counterattack for a time, resulting in chaos and heavy casualties.

Similar scenes played out repeatedly on the paths leading to the central area.

Encounters, judgments, battles, annexations, escapes... chaos and bloodshed are compressed into these last few square kilometers of land.

To gain access to a smaller safe zone, to seize advantageous terrain, to plunder any supplies and equipment others might have, to reduce the number of ultimate competitors... any reason can become a pretext for war.

If you don't form a team, you'll be overwhelmed instantly when you encounter teams of hundreds or thousands of people, and you won't even make a ripple.

Currently, even the smallest teams that are still somewhat capable of surviving have a size of around a thousand people.

On this final stage, the individual has lost its meaning, unless you are an "individual" like Lin Tian.

Lin Tian continued to fly slowly and steadily in the air.

He didn't fly very high, but he could see the vast and tragic scene below, like an ant colony war.

Roars, howls, screams, explosions, clashing swords, booming spells... countless sounds converged into a terrifying, violent symphony.

The light of various skills flashed wildly in the dim canyon, instantly illuminating faces that were either ferocious, fearful, or desperate, before quickly disappearing into darkness and blood.

He was like an observer strolling above boiling lava, the life-and-death struggle below failing to stir the slightest ripple in his heart.

Occasionally, stray bullets or area-of-effect skills might accidentally reach his height, but they would be easily deflected or dispersed by the invisible repulsive field.

He even had the leisure to briefly assess the teams below that looked the strongest.

"That black-armored team, with its tight formation and orderly advance, must be the core team of some major guild."

"The largest group is in the southeast, but they're noisy and slow-moving; it's a temporary alliance and nothing to worry about."

"Hmm? That small team of only about a hundred people moved along a very cunning path, specifically targeting those who couldn't get through. Interesting, but that's about it."

His flight path became an invisible dividing line between death and reality.

Whether it's two sides engaged in battle or a team rushing on their way, anyone who notices his presence will instinctively and as far away as possible from his flight path, as if there were an invisible realm of death there.

This resulted in a strange "vacuum" zone appearing on Lin Tian's way to the central area—within a radius of several hundred meters centered on him, almost no large-scale player teams dared to approach.

Only a very small number of players who were blinded by rage and didn't notice, or who were fleeing from other directions in a panic and didn't know where to go, would accidentally wander in, and then be quickly eliminated by Lin Tian.

Lin Tianle was happy to have some peace and quiet.

His gaze was firmly fixed on what lay ahead.

There, the sandstorms seemed to have lessened somewhat.