In the vast mineyard, the expressions of fear and panic among the illusions quickly transformed into two entirely different manifestations.
Among them, the majority trembled even more intensely, the fear and terror on their faces growing worse, with some directly collapsing to the ground, akin to a group of ants witnessing an indestructible giant, utterly unable to look directly at the giant shadow, having no choice but to allow everything before them to escalate.
However, a small portion, despite also trembling incessantly, ultimately clenched their weapons, their eyes gradually shifting from terror to resolve, glaring at the twisted giant shadow, clearly not ready to give up hope.
Accompanied by the roar of a Dark Elf general, a crowd of elite Dark Elf warriors, either raising their magic wands to concentrate and cast spells, drawing bows and arrows, or simply soaring into the air, gritted their teeth and shot towards the distorted giant shadow.
