The posture remains fierce and frenzied, seeming to send shivers down the spine.
Despair spreads among the Beastmen...
Where the mud passes, everything is cleared away.
The entire army is devoured before the naked eye... When the colossal waves of over ten kilometers crash together, the terrifying aftershocks surge in all directions, sweeping through once more...
In the end, all the Beastmen on the earth's surface are swallowed by the mud.
On the scene, only the smell of mud lingers, and no standing Beastmen can be seen anymore.
Meanwhile, the Venomous Flying Dragons in the sky can only watch helplessly as the Beastman army turns to ashes, unable to take any action.
In extreme terror, they want to flee, but immediately see scythe-wielding Wandering Souls flying towards them from behind.
Enveloping them in the middle... Slaughter!
Deserted Tomb Guards!
These Level 15 Wandering Souls, with their domineering posture, fill the final blank space.
