As far as the eye could see, not only the minions of the Giant Horned King, but even those elite guards who surrounded them all had faces twisted with ferocity and menace, looking extremely intimidating.
No wonder, the guards who could appear here were all death warriors meticulously selected by the Broken Wing King, their combat power was by no means comparable to ordinary soldiers.
On the battlefield, magical traps hidden deeply burst open from time to time, instantly devouring mysterious shadows caught off guard.
It didn't take long for the remaining mysterious shadows to be encircled in the center by opponents, leaving only room for passive defense.
"Let me see the true face of you worthless bunch!"
The Tusk King, surrounded by an aura of hostility, swung a heavy flail, first smashing a mysterious shadow and its energy barrier to the ground, then stomped on the opponent's chest and bent down to reveal the opponent's mask.
