They could see the whole battlefield from the riverbank.
Countless highly rotten corpses of giant spiders dripped with mucus on the god's ancient tree.
One could hear the stench from hundreds of meters away.
The giant tree that rampaged in all directions seemed to have crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in hell.
It symbolized death, destruction, and all evil.
Even the craziest followers of the evil god would find it difficult to describe such an abomination.
They could not imagine what kind of power it was that could turn thousands of spiders into rotten corpses in a few breaths.
Gods?
Or… Demons?
The players felt like their brains were stuck.
They had initially thought they overestimated the other party, but in the end, they still underestimated it...
