The numbness in many players' eyes seemed to ignite with something.
It was the will to survive, and it was anger.
Consumable items, skills, combat methods... everything the players had treated as trump cards was unleashed.
Nami Sya Clara became somewhat suspicious. The enemies seemed to have grown stronger. Had they been holding back before? If so, why had they held back?
Had they developed some new objective?
That player capable of controlling the flames across the entire battlefield had been gone for a long time. Had he already headed for the planets where the other two nests were located?
The Plague Elf front collapsed even faster than expected.
All sorts of thoughts flashed through Nami Sya Clara's mind.
They couldn't keep fighting!
It didn't matter how many insects died. As long as she had enough life resources, she could breed more.
But the nests absolutely could not be destroyed. Rebuilding them would not only consume vast resources, but also drain her origin.
Under her command, the insects fought as they retreated.
The players' sudden surge, coupled with the insectoids' retreat, turned the tide.
The battlefield had basically become a one-sided slaughter.
Di Wu Qianni, the Plague Elves' space-type mage, had already begun considering retreat. As long as she brought back the newly grown branch of the Virus Tree, there was still hope of escaping punishment for her defeat.
If the Plague Elves lost a Virus Tree, it would not be as simple as losing a battle.
It would become a crisis affecting the entire race!
All pure-blooded elves were children of the Life Tree. When the Plague Elves had been driven out of the elf race, the Life Tree had pitied them and granted them seven Virus Trees.
All later Plague Elves had been born from those trees.
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