The Great Demon controlled the power of space, and even if they were extraordinary, others couldn’t do anything about it.
After the other side left, Lear fell into deep thought.
He hadn’t expected the Beastn he hadn’t cared much about to be so fierce.
Could other forces also be hiding unknown powers?
It’s best to remain cautious and not be ostentatious.
After calming his mind, he cleaned up briefly and went to sleep.
The next morning, Lear directly assembled his army.
This ti, it was still the familiar formula - two battalions each of Cold-blooded Cavalry and Dark Night Elves.
But the difference was, the strength of the Beastn had reminded him - even when a lion fights a rabbit, it uses full strength, and he must not underestimate any enemy.
This ti he also brought along the Deserted Tomb Guards, the swarm, and even recruited the Flesh Butcher.
The chanical Flying Dragon, Two-headed Ogre Chieftain, and Shadow of the Mist also went along with the army.
This configuration was top-tier, though whether it was enough for the 50,000 Crocodilian adversaries remained to be seen.
Once the army was ready, they left the swamp directly.
In groups, grand and mighty.
During the march, Lear concealed everyone’s presence, proceeding low-key.
The Shadow of the Mist ford a thin mist, covering the surroundings.
From a distance, the army’s movents couldn’t be seen; up close, they’d be detected.
The mist created by the Shadow of the Mist could extend to a 5-kiloter range.
However, stretching to the limit greatly weakened its benefits to the army and restrictions on enemies.
kiloters was its normal coverage range.
With the cover, the march had no scruples.
The army, like a storm, swiftly advanced over the wilderness.
In just over an hour, they reached the Crocodilian’s location.
The army stopped, and Lear peered ahead through the mist.
A kiloter away was a low-lying area.
Large patches of mud mixed with stagnant water ford a broad mudpool.
Among them, many erect Crocodilians could be seen at this mont, rolling in the mudpool.
Looking out, the dense numbers were terrifying.
Crocodilians, Level: 12, Potential: 3 Stars...
Level 12 Warriors were no pushovers.
Lear imdiately saw the central area, where a Crocodilian over 4 ters tall, robust as a bull, stood.
It wielded a white bone staff in its hand.
Evidently, this was the Crocodilian Saman of unknown level ntioned by the King of Naga.
Gazing intently, its attributes erged in his mind.
Crocodilian Leader, Hero Unit, Level: 19...
Lear squinted his eyes.
Another Level 19...ever since his level increased, the enemies he’s t are either Level 18 or 19, if not extraordinary, then demigod...
No weaklings he could easily bully?
Taking a deep breath, he waved his hand suddenly.
"Deserted Tomb Guards, advance first!"
"Dark Night Hunters, free to snipe."
"Cold-blooded Cavalry, blockade before the mud. Attack imdiately when they enter the mist."
"Flesh Butcher, Great Demon, Two-headed Ogre Chieftain, you team up to hunt that Level 19 Crocodilian Leader."
"chanical Flying Dragon, free slaughter...swarm, await my command."
"Act now!"
As the orders were given, the army erupted imdiately.
Under the cover of the mist, they quickly approached the mudpool, and at a distance of 200 to 300 ters, the incorporeal Deserted Tomb Guards flew straight out.
These blue, translucent undead entities gripped scythes in their hands and struck like lightning into the mud.
The Crocodilians never expected an ambush, and without caution, fell under the scythes.
Crack~
The soul-reaping scythes didn’t care about defense.
Suddenly, many Crocodilians turned white-eyed and collapsed into the mud.
Splashing vast amounts of muddy water.
Without a single physical wound, their souls had been shredded.
At the sa ti, two thousand Dark Night Elves released their taut bowstrings.
Twang~
Sharp thorny arrows pierced the sky.
With a shrill whistle, they fell among the Crocodilians.
Thud~
A Crocodilian’s eye socket was pierced through, the arrow went through its head, mostly protruding from the back, the blood-stained arrow still trembled...
Simultaneously, Haggs at the forefront took out the Horn of Destruction obtained from the Underworld and blew it loudly.
Woo~
The deep horn sound infused the entire army with an extra strength.
Morale surged.
The Crocodilians, dazed by the series of attacks, imdiately went into a frenzy upon recovery.
Roaring, they climbed from the mud and rushed towards the misty shore.
Originally thinking it was simply fog, it turned out the mist was enemy-made!!
Simultaneously, blood energy ignited on their bodies, used to counter the incorporeal Deserted Tomb Guards in the sky.
The Crocodilian Leader, filled with both shock and anger, imdiately commanded a counterattack.
At that mont, the space around them suddenly collapsed, and Demons lunged out.
The battle erupted suddenly.
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