In that instant, they received the unanimous order from those two in Michigan: eliminate the Darkness Clan's human Marrow Eaters first.
For humanity, this was simply making a bad situation worse!
"Clan Chief!"
"Could this be..." Seeing the clan chief's miserable state, everyone was filled with an extremely ominous premonition.
As if answering them—
'Crack, crack... crunch!'
A crisp sound came from the clan chief's body, followed by a continuous series of cracking noises.
Under the watchful eyes of the tens of thousands of Marrow Eaters who had taken the opportunity to retreat into the core area of the clan grounds, the clan chief's distorted body gradually collapsed.
Like a pile of building blocks, like a towering skyscraper crumbling apart.
The clan chief's body disintegrated piece by piece and crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
The rotten flesh and blood from his body splattered everywhere, like a stone being hurled into a cesspit.
"Clan Chief! Clan Chief!" The Marrow Eaters could not help shouting, but it was useless. Nothing could change the reality that their clan chief was dead.
In that instant, the Darkness Clan seemed to have lost its backbone.
The vice clan chief immediately stepped forward and ordered everyone to support the other directions. He had long since received the clan chief's arrangements and instructions.
After landing a fatal blow, the Greater Evil Spirits swiftly seized the opportunity and pounced on the Evil Spirits from the other side.
Both sides appeared to have intended an ambush, and they clashed once more.
Yet even as they fought, they all surged toward the wounded Item No. 2 units.
One Item No. 2 after another was seized.
The Greater Evil Spirits impatiently opened their savage maws. Like Painted Skins, they fought to swallow the Item No. 2 units—creations