After personally experiencing the entire process of resurrection, the half-elf leader's body trembled uncontrollably.
She seemed to have just seen the gaze of the Death God watching from the darkness.
Just a little bit closer, just a little bit closer!
There is great terror between life and death!
Half-Elves are not like the Wetland Lizard-men, a race that faces death fearlessly.
Looking at the heroic and towering presence not far away, she slowly lowered her noble head.
"My lord, we... concede."
Reversing life and death is not a power that mortals can control... The origin of this young human before her is astonishing!
Lear, upon hearing this, glanced over at the half-elf army behind her.
The endless divine power erupted wantonly for a second time, pressing down, as everyone felt a deep-seated fear rising in their very blood.
It was the crushing of high-tier life over lower life, unavoidable, inescapable!!
