Watching the human alliance begin to exert their strength.
The bizarre monsters of the Izak Race all swarmed out.
As described in the intelligence, their ugly appearance belied their extremely strong physical attributes.
In terms of speed, they far surpassed ordinary high-level assassins.
Unlike the previous Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms.
At that time, humans schemed against each other, full of intrigues.
Political struggles among nations would spill over into the battlefield's conclusion.
But this time was different.
All of humanity stood on the same front line; the hardy warriors bore the brunt, charging to the forefront the moment the Izak creatures attacked, building a solid human wall with their bodies.
Whether archers or assassins.
Their bodies were fragile, and if they were accidentally hit by the creatures of the Izak Race head-on, they could very likely die on the spot, not to mention the support class with even weaker combat abilities.
