Behind the battlefield, atop a rugged hill, a host of mutant beast overlords stood tall, watching the chaos unfold below.
"See that? Those zombies are chickening out. They're done for."
"Hmph! At least they know when to run."
"Our divine punishment really is something else. Even the corpse clan can't stand against it."
"No kidding…"
"…"
The mutant beast overlords wore savage grins, clearly pleased with themselves.
But just then, a new command came through—an order to pursue and annihilate. The Mountain God in the rear had spoken: press the advantage.
"AWOOOO—!"
The Direwolf King let out a thunderous howl that echoed across the land.
In an instant, the mutant beast horde surged forward with renewed fury. This time, they weren't holding back—their main force was on the move. These beasts were high-level, brutally strong, and utterly relentless.
Bloodveil's underlings were immediately pushed to their limits.
