Blood poured down like a long river, staining vast stretches of the forest red.
"Rumble…"
Soldiers fell one after another, as if massive mountains had collapsed, deeply embedded into the ground, buried within the majestic giant wood forest, unable to rise again.
Mario looked down from above, contemplating in his heart: "As long as I use the last Tyrannosaurus to hold back these 'soldiers' and 'knights', and then use the Wind God Winged Dragon to resolve his 'King', then I will win…"
"By the way, where is my Wind God Winged Dragon?" The next moment, Mario suddenly thought.
He then looked at the interface of the handheld, only now realizing that the two winged dragons originally guarding the top of the King, waiting for the Shadow Demon to retreat, had somehow already turned into two bloody corpses lying on the ground.
Upon closer inspection, their bodies were engraved with countless pitch-black knife marks, blood flowing like a waterfall.
"Who did this…?"
