As 300,000 warriors descended from the sky, trailing crimson flames and dazzling lightning as they plunged into the battlefield, the tide of battle reversed in an instant.
These 300,000 warriors moved like wraiths, teleporting rapidly. Their attacks pierced every conventional defense to strike vital points directly, decapitating many frontline commanders in the blink of an eye.
With their leaders dead, large numbers of Nightmare Alliance soldiers immediately fell into utter panic.
The Players, meanwhile, were greatly encouraged. Their fighting spirit and enthusiasm surged as they swiftly gathered the wounded and recovered abandoned equipment before launching a furious counterattack.
Colm Holmes, the supreme commander on the Rhode Star battlefield, was utterly dumbstruck by the sight.
"Damn it, what the hell is this guy? How did he break through our blockade? What Deity is this!?"
Caught off guard by the sudden arrival of 300,000 Heaven-rank warriors, Colm Holmes had no time to prepare.
The command system that had been running so smoothly just moments ago descended into chaos.
His central command room was receiving thousands upon thousands of distress signals every second.
Some requested new commanders, others asked for supplies and reinforcements from the rear, some demanded covering artillery fire, and others begged for permission to retreat.
Endless shrill cries for help, wails, and alarms filled the entire command center.
Naturally, news of the upheaval was relayed to the central command room in the rear at the same time.
Seeing this, the Watchful Elder curled his lips into a gloating sneer. "I told you not to underestimate these people. Those stationed here were just rear-echelon Players who weren't good at fighting."
"Now that their true elites have arrived, isn't your army collapsing a little too quickly?"
Hamel's expression turned hideous. Staring fixedly at 108 amid the red clouds and lightning, he demanded