The lesser Green Frog creature who had originally stood by Green Clam's side and counted as his direct superior personally issued an earth-shaking charge command after the horn sounded.
Yet such a "godly" being had lasted less than three months on this Dimension Battlefield frontline before falling.
Green Clam was quite fortunate, because he had personally witnessed how the Level-4 god he had regarded as incomparably powerful and majestic was directly pierced through the belly by a deep blue spike shot from the depths of the distant starry sky, freezing his soul as he died.
In the vast majority of low- and mid-level Plane Worlds, Level-4 creatures revered as gods fell so easily on a Dimension Battlefield frontline like this.
With just one strike, the god Green Clam had looked up to had lost his life.
Its death was not particularly earth-shaking, much less like a meteor streaking across one corner of this battlefield.
A strike whose origin Green Clam could not even see descended, pierced straight through that round belly, and the other party died...
It was that simple, plain and unadorned.
Green Clam gripped the spear in his hand tightly. He could faintly sense the muscles beneath his body and green skin trembling slightly, but the battle still had to continue.
With one Level-4 creature dead, other powerful beings would naturally step forward to take its place.
Not to mention that, beyond the higher-level experts of the Green Frog Civilization on the surrounding battlefields, allied forces from nearby—especially their powerful members—were also fully qualified to command this small Green Frog Civilization legion.
Amid such a chaotic battlefield, Green Clam, who possessed a demigod power level, could already barely hear the distinctive croaks of the Green Frog race coming from his own throat.
He could vaguely feel himself roaring,