"Haha, what's the matter?" Fang Heng looked at Miles, who had fallen under his control, from afar. He licked his lips and whispered.
The commander of the Holy Court's knights from the advanced game?
"That's all. Let's see if he can last five minutes." Fang Heng thought to himself.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In the next moment, a dense number of zombie clones rushed towards Miles.
At the back, the Holy honorary knights lost Miles' command, and for a moment, it was a bit chaotic. Most of the honorary knights saw that their commander, Miles, was trapped and chose to force their way into the zombie team to rescue him.
This way, he would fall into Fang Heng's trap even more.
The zombie clones were the least afraid of such a strong attack from the honorary knights.
They directly exchanged casualties with the other party.
With a ratio of dozens to one, Fang Heng naturally felt that he had taken a large advantage.
