That eerie Collective Teleportation had come again.
The entire Human Army kept its formation neat and orderly, moving almost as one, barely affected by the Collective Teleportation at all.
This was entirely because, during the Rest Period, drills for the Teleportation Ability had been the Human Army's top priority.
This kind of Collective Teleportation had already been drilled hundreds, even thousands of times.
The Ranged Attacks stalled for barely a dozen seconds before sweeping in once more.
The only difference was that their power had dropped slightly.
That was because the Human Army's Three Legions had split off one legion to hold back the Running Horse Race army's assault.
After receiving the Running Horse Race Grand Elder's order, the Running Horse Race Commander in charge of the First Defense Line assembled an army and launched an attack on the Human Army, attempting to coordinate with the Assault Legion and pincer them from inside and out.
Unfortunately, the result was only that it eased a little pressure on the Assault Army, forcing the Human Army to split off one legion's worth of troops to intercept the Running Horse Race army's attack.
No matter how the Running Horse Race Commander adjusted his tactics, whether they attacked from underground or launched assaults from every direction, all of them were intercepted and destroyed by the Human Army using spell attacks.
"Grand Elder, what do we do?"
After the distance opened up to more than ten kilometers, the dozen or so level 110 Running Horse Race experts gained quite a bit of breathing room.
They all looked toward the Running Horse Race Grand Elder, their eyes filled with expectation.
They hoped the Running Horse Race Grand Elder would not order them to keep charging.
If they launched another charge, they would simply be throwing their