The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The blurred consciousness quickly plummeted into the Abyss.

With regret and anger, he caught a final glimpse of the scene of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's line collapsing...

The commander of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's expeditionary army—

Bakar, fell in battle!

Catching the opportunity, Cassa swiftly picked up the fallen Lizardman head from the ground and hoisted it high on her spear.

"Victory!!!"

She excitedly shouted loudly, thrusting Bakar's face towards the Armored Dragon Clan soldiers, making them clearly see those blood-stained eyes.

Fear spread like a tide.

Bakar's death was like the last straw that broke the Short-legged Dragon's back, completely crushing the Armored Dragon Clan soldiers' psychological defenses.

"Our General is dead!"

"Lord Bakar... dead?!"

"How could—!?"

They retreated in panic, unable to even hold their weapons, let alone face that blood-soaked face.

The first deserter appeared.

He dropped his Obsidian Spear in despair, sprinting desperately towards the distance, just to get farther from this death-haunted graveyard.

Lord Bakar is dead!

They have already lost!

He didn't want to become Undead!!

With the appearance of the first deserter, came the second, the third... then the entire line collapsed, the demoralized Armored Dragon Clan soldiers began fleeing in droves!

The already shaky morale shattered like a broken drum, the collapsing front forces quickly collided with the reinforcements of the mid troops.

The news of General Bakar's death spread in the mid troops, and the ensuing fear was like a plague, spreading along the massive army crawling across the sandy plains from head to tail!

The soldiers of the Sand Ridge Clan roared like a tide, chasing after the fleeing Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom expeditionary army, vowing to slaughter these invaders on the sacred land granted to them by Atiya.

The sound of drums and roars echoed on the dunes, as loud as a prelude to a triumphant hymn.

This battle ended in the triumph of the Sand Ridge Clan and the Players, an epic victory achieved by the few against the many!

As for the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom—

The grandeur with which their hundred-thousand-strong army came was matched by the disgrace with which they fled.

If they don't escape tens of kilometers, it would be difficult for them to regroup...

Watching the rolling dust recede, Yiye Zhiqu planted his Dual Hand Sticks into the ground, leaning on them like a cane, and rested for a moment.

Even with the Magic Potion sustaining him, the high-intensity casting still took a significant toll on him.

At the same time, atop a dune.

[One Mouthful of Chemical Pool] finally repaired his beloved gun.

With a sound filled with spirit, the long-silent fire tongue spat again, accompanied by a cheer that was excited but superfluous.

"Oh oh oh I fixed it!!!"

Brother Mouthful awkwardly realized immediately after shouting.

He looked up to find the battle was already over, and all his tinkering here was a wasted effort.

Nearby, beside the heavily wounded and prone Dragon Turtle, Brother Hu Wan stood silently next to Bakar's body, accepting the cheers and embraces from a group of Sandthorn Clan Lizardman ladies.

Those passionate female lizards surrounded him, licking with their slender, forked tongues, tossing him into the air.

Did this guy seem shy?

One Mouthful of Chemical Pool glanced enviously at him, slowly stopped shaking the grip, and couldn't help but sourly remark.

"Damn, show-off..."

Obviously, I was the MVP, alright!