The Final Strike

In an instant, the magical radiance over Blood Staff's position brightened once more. This time, the situation had reversed. The liches had instead exhausted their mana, and the clash had become a one-sided performance by the Kingdom of Eluin's Mage Corps. It was as though history had repeated itself. Under the cover of the magical barrage, the White Lion Infantry once again plunged into the formation torn open in the Undead Army. This time, however, they were not as relaxed as before. The center of the undead formation was extremely dense, with the strength of three or four regiments gathered there. The White Lion Guard advanced rapidly at first, but soon slowed down. Both sides became locked in mutual slaughter once more, and it was impossible to tell the victor for the time being.

Blood Staff continuously shifted troops from both wings to reinforce the center, taking care to prevent the White Lion Guard from breaking through its defenses. At this point, with the enhancement of various spells, the White Lion Guard already possessed strength approaching that of a Tier Four army. Among their opponents, only a small portion were Tier Three Spider Swordsmen. Most Skeleton Warriors were no match for the young White Lions and could only rely on their numbers to entangle their steps.

At this moment, Blood Staff's flanks were, in fact, completely undefended.

It had no choice, and it could no longer afford to worry about anything else. If it did not consolidate the center, defeat would be certain the moment the White Lion Guard broke through. As for the Wind Archer Army at the side, it could let them harass it all they wanted. What it did not understand was that this was precisely the opportunity Brando had been waiting for. At Brando's command, the