The Eleventh Priest of the Witch Race, Wumei, has fallen.
In just a few hours, hundreds of billions of Witch Race civilians have felt this heart-wrenching sensation three times.
In wars of this scale, death is a common occurrence.
Not only are the legendary powerhouses of the Witch Race falling one after another.
Within the Witch Race's territory, extensive casualties are also occurring in major cities.
Not all major cities have the ancient weapons left by Han Xing and his troops to help.
They cannot withstand the fierce onslaught of the Shadow Legion.
City after city is falling.
Tens of thousands of soldiers are dying.
A large number of Witch Race civilians are being slaughtered...
The remaining forces are all gathered in the major cities, making their last stand.
At this moment, Kathy, listening to the battle reports and calls for help from various places, showed an anxious expression.
"Everyone, you must hold on!"
