"The mysterious player was strong, but all his efforts would be in vain.
"He finally broke through the obstacles of the evil half-murlocs after all the hardships, he thought to harvest generous spoils of war. However, what awaits him would be an unconquerable enemy."
His expression was neatly interesting.
Panen wanted to see this scene unfold.
ραndαsΝοvεl ƈοm The corners of their mouths curled up.
The sounds of fighting on the battlefield gradually approached as time passed.
The evil half-murlocs formed a black tide, and a giant spearhead blasted this.
One couldn't see the battlefield from afar because of the unbearable number of troops.
However, the sky incessantly dropped evil half-murloc corpses like raindrops.
The scene was quite exaggerated.
Panen paid close attention and did not see a single corpse of the mysterious player's troop fall into the sky after being killed. That made him feel strange.
An indescribable complexity settled in his heart.
The strength of this player was beyond his expectations.
They would kill their way out against such a level of attack.
Moreover, the number of evil half-murloc's deaths was almost negligible. "How mighty was the other party's true strength?!"
The evil half-murlocs guild was at least one level higher than the Heavy Shield Guild. Only then could they gather a troop of this level.
Panen would suffer more than this if he had to face a multitude of evil half-murlocs.
His emotions fluctuated, and his eyes couldn't calm down for a long time.
His five fingers subconsciously pierced his palm.
He felt immense pressure, although he hadn't seen that mysterious player yet.
Panen neatly sighed. He glanced at the transcendent barbarian that arrived beside him and heaved a sigh of much relief.
His heart was overjoyed instead.
"So what if you are strong?
"Everything would be illusory before the transcendents!!"
A strong desire to destroy the mysterious player resided in his heart.
"He must have put in a generous effort to accumulate such a powerful troop, right?
"Wouldn't he be in despair? When one destroyed everything he had?"
Many people had the evil side of gloating over the misfortune of those who did well.
The battle in the sky lasted for more than half an hour.
The evil half-murlocs were like swimming fishes against overlapping waves of charges, but they could not defeat the mysterious player's troop.
The more they fought, the more shocked Panen and Heavy Shield Guild became.
The mysterious troop was too mighty. So strong that it was even difficult to accept.
The multitudes of half-muloc soldiers failed to defeat their opponents after half an hour or more of siege. Their number in the sky began to shrink.
The black dots in the sky swiftly decreased.
'Whoosh!'
Suddenly, a strong wind blew.
They looked ahead, and a terrifying sandstorm pierced through the evil half-murloc troops.
Giant Sandstorm Thorns flew at an exaggerated speed under the twist of the hurricane.
The sandstorm seized the evil half-murlocs while the Sandstorm Thorns caused damage to them.
The evil half-murlocs were destitute of defense. They immediately spat out blood, and the opponents tore their bodies into shreds.
The sandstorm was like a meat grinder. It devoured all life around it.
The sandstorm seemed to have a life of its own. They would move wherever the evil half-murlocs were.
The evil half-murlocs did not dare to dodge and scatter in resisting intruders. Only to be swept by the sandstorm.
The massacre followed.
A vast gap finally appeared before the murlocs when the sandstorm swipesided.
That allowed the Heavy Shield Guild players to see what was happening on the battlefield.
The stone statues of the dead emitted a cold, stony aura, flapped their wings, and hurled out scorching tomahawks.
The dark chains around their arms produced an ear-piercing friction sound in each attack.
The battle tomahawks tore through the enemies and reached an extreme distance. Each would explode afterward.
A vast range of effects caused damage to nearby evil half-murlocs.
It was equally damaging.
Hundreds of undead dragons spat out corrosive Dragon Breath.
That enveloped all the evil half-murlocs like one splashed concentrated sulfuric acid wherever it passed. Their bodies directly rotted, and only white bones remained in between breaths.
Other than that, hundreds of mummies floated in the air with several swords around them.
These soldiers seemed to control the sword beside him with mind. They swung them agilely in the air, and the evil half-murloc could not even get within 10 meters of them.
The cooperation of several soldiers attacked the evil half-murloc troop seem so powerless.
These level 15 troops relied on their progress and could not even touch their opponents.
A mere proximity to the opponents would slaughter them instantly.
The close-range attacks of those troops weren't inferior to long-range in the slightest.
The evil half-murloc's only long-range attack was to throw the tridents in their hands.
However, due to the limitations of their weapons, they could only attack once. That could reduce them to toothless hounds afterward.
Moreover, even if these tridents hit the target, they would not cause fatal damage.
The gargoyles and the undead dragons would still be alive and kicking even if weapons tore their stomachs and broke their spines as long as the vitals remained unsevered.
The outnumbered troops pressed and crushed the evil half-murlocs to the ground for various unfathomable reasons.
That was not an opponent of the same level.
This thought arose when everyone in the Heavy Shield Guild saw this scene.
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