"Feeble ants, your futile struggle ends here. It's time to be crushed under our feet!"
One of the centaur parasites, face full of disdain and contempt, quickly formed a surrounded position with other arriving parasites.
Looking at those grotesque and twisted half-crystal faces, whether it was old Book, Curry, or the trembling guards, chills rose in their hearts.
Aside from Leo Ray, old Book, and other four half-step Tier 7 strongmen, even with the gathered guards, there was barely the scale of half a legion, and even if all were above Tier 4, they could only barely deal with over 50 Tier 6 enemies.
And the formidable lineup of opponents unquestionably far exceeded our counterbalance range.
"City Lord, what should we do?"
Curry clenched the Divine Stone Longbow in his hand, with a hint of despair in his voice.
