At the Human Race's camp, Fuxi was directing the battle.
The entire Human Race was under an unprecedented attack.
The First Battalion's warriors, led by Asmatos.
And the Second Vanguard Camp, along with the Independent Camp led by the Poison-Horned Devil Immortal.
They had all gathered here, frantically directing the battle.
"Damn these humans! Their defenses are actually this strong."
"So many of us devils are besieging them, yet we're getting nowhere."
"What the hell is this formation? Why can't we break through it?"
"If this keeps up and our leader finds out, he'll probably devour us."
"We're finished, finished! I thought this would be a great chance to earn merit, but look at this. Earn merit? We've practically come here to die."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal and Asmatos had gathered together, and they were already panicking.
They had expected an easy battle, but when they discovered that the humans were setting up a formation, a flicker of unease stirred in their hearts.
When they attacked the great defensive formation with everything they had, that unease immediately grew overwhelming.
"What do we do? We can't break through at all. If this keeps up, we really are finished." The One-Horned Devil Immortal's expression was grave.
He had clawed his way up to the position of commander with great difficulty. If something like this cost him everything, one careless move would lose him the entire game.
He would truly die an unjust death, weeping bitterly.
He had spent so much time and effort, and paid such a heavy price.
How could he accept having it all ruined here?
Asmatos was frowning deeply as well. "One-Horned Devil Immortal, do you have any ideas? You've lost battle after battle, yet you keep getting promoted. You must have something special up your sleeve. This time,