A Level 9 Foul Giant Demon, when Lear had just entered the swamp, he didn't dare to look at it too much.
This was a high-level wild monster that couldn't be provoked.
But in just ten days, he no longer needed to expend too much effort to launch an attack.
Even just watching the battlefield slaughter calmly from behind, without any further worries.
The only thing he needed to do, perhaps, was if any Wetland Lizardman Warriors were injured, the Swamp Blessing would promptly pour into their bodies.
The Mire Wasps were irrelevant.
These thin-blooded assassins, once attacked by the enemy, almost had no chance of survival.
The swarm tactic was to overwhelm the enemy with sheer numbers.
Once deployed, it meant a fight to the death.
No need to consider casualties, just focus on the outcome.
Under the frenzied attack, one foul giant demon after another toppled.
Soon half of them were dead...
Witnessing this, Lear felt a strong sense of achievement.
