Washington, D.C.
The Divine Realm Legion warriors' tactical retreat zone.
The ground was littered with the corpses of Troll Warriors.
This was a battlefield commanded by the Magician's Association. The Huiyao Tower Master, who had grasped the basics of Runic Script, was practically a strategic weapon when it came to fighting groups.
He was already a nonhuman king, and now he had become even more terrifying—especially since this was only a Magic Clone.
"Tower Master, all the remaining enemies here have been wiped out... The enemy has withdrawn into a defensive line. We should be joining up with the other nonhumans soon!"
"Mm... Thanks for the effort, everyone."
Huiyao was currently observing the corpses of the Troll Warriors around him... In fact, he had already been studying them for some time.
"Tower Master, have you discovered something?"
Huiyao clapped his hands and stood up. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Although these invaders have countless experts, I've discovered that not every individual in the entire legion is far beyond us... For example, the life energy of these Troll Warriors is roughly equivalent to that of an LV4 nonhuman."
"...These should only be the invaders' cannon fodder soldiers!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding mages could not help but gasp. An LV4 nonhuman was merely cannon fodder in the opposing army!
"The gap between the two sides' supernatural civilizations is simply too great..."
The fact that they had been able to counterattack and achieve their current results was entirely due to the world's peak experts, as well as the enemy's strength plummeting after they were suddenly cursed!
The true gap in overall strength between the two sides was despairingly vast.
If the Dragon Lord had not single-handedly held back all the gods among the enemy... would the outcome have been completely