No one answered.
The soldiers in the front lines watched the Dark King's figure with abject terror.
When they shifted their attention to the deep line carved in front of his feet, none of them thought of going even half an inch beyond it.
Forget advancing, they were having thoughts of retreating!
The Dark King had killed a Mana Core Magus in the central camp. He had carved a bloody ridge of corpses all the way eastward, slaughtering hundreds of soldiers in the process.
Then he burned down the eastern camp in an explosion, killing hundreds more and injuring all the Mana Core Magi stationed there.
As for the western camp… all the Mana Core Magi near the command tent there had died.
The explosion in the eastern camp had been nothing but a diversion for his true objective — killing the commanders in the western camp.
After achieving his goal, the Dark King returned to the place where he had started, taunting them to cross the line.
