"Alright, alright, no more speeches," little shadow said with a shrug, obedient for once. He turned his head toward Bulldozer's direction—only to see him locked in a brutal slugfest with Terrax. The two were going at it like wild beasts, neither giving an inch.
"I'll go give Big Lug a hand."
"…"
Heartland had just lost two of its SSS-tier heavy-hitters back-to-back. The blow to their morale was massive.
But things were about to get even worse.
Even the seemingly invincible Deathless Sovereigns were starting to falter.
Nerissa, already drained from earlier battles, was now being relentlessly hunted down by Claire. Poison mist still clung to her like a shroud, but it was thinning fast. Every time they clashed, Claire's strikes pushed her back, and the once-thick red fog around her was fading to a dull haze.
Her elite SSS-tier guards weren't faring any better—locked in combat with the heads of the other two human families, and clearly outmatched.
