With the speed of lightning, they came one after another, raining down attacks.
Under the blood moon, accompanied by the deadly and lightning-fast cold trails.
Amidst the flashes of blades and the shadows of swords, the Goblin Soldiers who were wielding their sharp weapons and preparing to slaughter the five Lords just moments ago, had already screamed and fallen at this instant.
This scene made the five Lords, whose hearts had already been filled with despair, involuntarily reveal a look of suppressed ecstasy on their faces that still held a hint of panic.
The hope that appeared after despair was like the dawn finally arriving after a long night, almost making anyone cry tears of joy.
Immediately after, before the five of them could react,
More powerful figures, like heavenly soldiers descending from the sky, fell upon the chaotic battlefield one after another.
The next moment, a gust of bloody rain and the stench of death began to rise from various places on the battlefield.
