The Dark Elves drew their bows first, unleashing silver-white arrows that dealt terrifying true damage. They poured down like a storm, ignoring all defenses, shields, and damage-reduction effects.
Arrows filled the sky, cutting through the vast ranks with deadly precision. Each arrow that struck instantly reduced one lord's unit to zero health, sending it crashing to the ground.
Countless damage numbers floated up like snowflakes. Hordes of low-tier units were cut down by distant arrows before they could even reach the enemy.
High above, Thunder War Eagles soared with wings outstretched. Thousands of arcs of electricity crisscrossed the sky, and every Chain Lightning strike was guaranteed to bounce between thirty-one targets. Lightning ravaged the battlefield; any unit touched by an arc was instantly blasted to ashes, without a trace left behind.
The Frost Dragon opened its jaws and unleashed an icy-blue breath. Its domain of extreme cold spread in an instant, suppressing the enemy's movement and attack speeds into the negatives. The enemy units were trapped, unable to move, and could only endure the barrage of skills as they were slaughtered.
In just a few moments, the human-wave coalition that thirty thousand lords had once prided themselves on had met utter destruction.
Unit after unit fell, and their formation collapsed in an instant. Their initially aggressive charge turned into a panicked rout.
Luo Hao, who had been looking so arrogantly smug, watched his pupils contract. The disdain on his face gave way to incredulous terror.
"Impossible! How could this be?!"
"How can his units be so powerful?"
"How could someone with this kind of strength be only a thirteenth-tier lord?"
"It's impossible!"
He stared at the battlefield as more than half of his elite units—over ten thousand strong—were wiped out in a matter of seconds. His heart sank, and