Unfortunately, before the feelings of regret surfaced in their hearts, the Grim Reaper's sharp blade had already harvested all their souls.
A moment ago, the deathly silent forest had instantly turned into a noisy and bloody slaughterhouse.
Dozens of rat soldiers were immediately decapitated or even torn into pieces by the wolf.
More rat soldiers had broken bones and blood spurted out. The arms holding the sharp blades also left their bodies and flew up.
More importantly, their carefully disguised formation was completely destroyed by the elites of the Wolf Clan who fell from the sky.
Everyone was trapped in a hopeless situation of being independent and scattered.
Of course, these rat soldiers who were brave enough to face death were not willing to go to their rat gods empty-handed.
The massive amount of killing information that was forced into their brains last night played a key role at this moment.
