The edge of the battlefield.
Bear Dunce stared fixedly at the sky, not daring to look away for even a moment.
The sudden appearance of the Necro-lord had genuinely scared him badly.
He had never imagined that the Necro-lord transformed from Little Mo Ling could be so terrifying.
The longer he watched, the more alarmed he became.
Although he did not know what use Mo Ling's transformed Necro-lord would have after entering, apart from fighting Lin An, or how it would save Team Leader Lin,
the longer he watched, the more clearly he could see that something was wrong, even from outside.
"Why is Little Mo Ling getting bigger and bigger?"
"Why is Team Leader Lin getting fewer and fewer!?"
He scratched his head.
In his eyes, the originally evenly matched black-and-white "armies" had already reversed the situation.
The Lin Ans were dying faster than they were splitting.
This meant that the Lin An corpses forcibly revived by Mo Ling were gradually occupying the "slots" for splitting.
For a time, the black representing the Necro-lord was constantly eroding that patch of white.
With the disparity in numbers, the White Shadow that had originally been about to condense an even stronger aura was instead growing strangely dim.
It was as if its nourishment had been stripped away, preventing it from being born.
Meanwhile, on Mo Ling's side, the darkness resembling the Twin Death Gods was gradually solidifying.
After checking repeatedly, even Zhang Tie realized it, slow-witted as he was.
If the battle continued, a second Necro-lord would probably appear, while Lin An's side would gradually lose the ability to split.
As if he had realized something,
Bear Dunce grew more and more excited.
"Damn it."
"Could Crazy Chu have calculated this outcome!?"
"Is he planning to create many Mo Lings to