"Lord of Cyan City, you always seem to bring unexpected tricks to the table,"
The voice of Number 3 Black-robed Person became increasingly deep and cold, staring at the indifferent-looking Leo Ray.
He had originally planned to humiliate Leo Ray as the victor, but he didn't expect to become the final joke himself.
Smoke billowed in the central plaza where the explosions took place, gradually dissipating.
The two elite Tier 2 squads at the forefront were almost entirely wiped out, either blown to pieces or turned into porcupines by arrows, leaving chaos and a never-ending stream of curses and screams.
The other noble soldiers who followed quickly formed battle formations and began raising shields and counterattacking.
However, under the barrage of arrows raining down from all directions, well-trained noble soldiers continued to howl and fall, looking extremely embarrassed.
