The void weavers had reduced their numbers and felt powerless against this troop.
The slaughter wasps tore them apart and injected them with poison under the absolute number.
They destroyed the city after the ruin of the second spider church.
Less than a large group of spiders remained on the battlefield.
The situation was under absolute control.
Popov, while in a sorry state, stood at the center of the battlefield and watched the Twilight City troop slaughter the spider troop under the leadership of the god's ancient tree.
Its expression was excited and sad.
It had dreamed of doing that thing. But one outside its camp did it.
However, it was too late. Its former comrades and other comrades could not witness this scene.
The Tower race patriarch sighed and collected its emotions. Popov raised its warhammer again.
"Kill!"
