The swamp boggarts at the back sang relentlessly, yet they couldn't make the opponents lose focus, not even for a moment.
Mire wasps... In the brief moment these high-attack assassins charged into the opponent's faint green energy flames, their souls ignited, and their life force was instantly snuffed out.
Like moths to a flame.
A barrage of methods failed, and at this moment, Lear realized firsthand the ferocity of high-level combat power.
Previously, he could hunt the Mosquito Queen of the same level, supported by intelligence and a 3-star Alchemy Potion to counter it.
Now, facing such a formidable enemy head-on, an overwhelming pressure surged forth.
This single opponent posed a challenge to the entire army, making it clear that killing them would require overwhelming numbers.
Lear's gaze turned icy.
"All troops, heed my command..."
He had built up his army for such a day, ready to face the challenge!
"Attack!!"
A deep voice carried unwavering resolve.
