Every time they served as cannon fodder, their hearts were tormented by the shadow of death.
This feeling was just too unbearable!
But they were powerless.
All they could do was watch themselves step by step walking towards death, getting closer and closer to it.
And as they drew nearer, Zhou Bai and the others had already taken notice of their movements; at that moment, everyone's weapons had switched into battle mode, just waiting for the enemy to enter attack range before launching their assault.
Especially the beastmen, who mainly fought with their bodies—they looked like they were itching to leap out and fight.
"Something's off," Bayer whispered in Zhou Bai's ear.
"Why do you say that?" Zhou Bai replied.
"I just sensed two powerful surges of magic power. They definitely used some kind of magical tool, but there was no commotion at the scene. They're definitely up to something," Bayer said firmly.
He never underestimated this kind of invading territory.
