Bang! Bang! Bang!
The undead soldiers crashed into the hastily made defensive line, breaking it with their overwhelming force.
Their relentless momentum shattered the formation almost instantly.
The Scorpion Men barely had enough time to brace themselves before the undead were already upon them.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
Weapons rose and descended against the undead soldiers.
Many were hacked into pieces. Some even lost parts of their bodies.
Yet, they kept coming.
The battle became bloody.
Blood splattered into the air, dyeing the ground crimson. Broken bones scattered across the battlefield.
Cracked armor littered the crimson sand.
The once orderly battlefield had become complete chaos.
Kharv wielded his axe confidently, sending any undead soldiers that came close to him flying.
He was a Level 38 creature after all.
His enormous strength was displayed with every swing. Each strike sent dozens of undead flying.
