"Leave two Magic Crocodiles behind!"
Seeing the enemy trying to flee, Hudson immediately gave the order.
To kill the enemy, one had to break their spirit!
Judging from the situation on the battlefield, the Giant Centipedes were bound to suffer devastating losses after this battle, and their threat to humanity would be greatly reduced.
If nothing unexpected happened, the Magic Crocodile Tribe, which had yet to engage, would soon become the allied army's new great enemy.
Before that, driving a wedge between the two races was extremely important.
Holy Domain experts were not cabbages. Two Holy Domain experts had come to help and both had fallen. No matter how broad-minded the Magic Crocodile Tribe's higher-ups were, they would still harbor grievances.
Even if two races that resented each other could join forces, there would inevitably be flaws in their coordination.
Two Magic Crocodiles mixed among a swarm of Giant Centipedes were like beacons in the night. The instant they tried to flee, they were intercepted.
Sword energy condensed into substance as dazzling golden radiance erupted from Hudson's hand.
The Magic Crocodile Holy Domain expert who had narrowly avoided one strike immediately turned grim, inwardly cursing the Giant Centipedes' ancestors for eighteen generations.
They had clearly come only to offer assistance, yet now that danger had arisen, not a single ally came to lend them a hand.
Before he had time to think further, Hudson's sword moved again, and Maxim attacked alongside him.
At the critical moment between life and death, the Magic Crocodile Holy Domain expert could no longer afford to conserve strength and unleashed a mighty strike.
The instant sword energy and magic collided fiercely in midair, the Magic Crocodile had already used a secret technique to flee. There was no longer any trace of the enemy on the