Jichen stood on a boulder, closely monitoring the battle.
At times, he commanded the Sea Pixies to focus their attacks on the tougher black skeletons and skeleton hounds, easing the pressure on the Naga Warriors and pirates.
Several skeletal eagles swooped down, flapping their bone wings, attempting aerial assaults.
However, they were frightened away by the tridents of the Murloc warriors and could only hover from a distance.
On this narrow stretch of land, only slightly over fifty meters wide, the two sides engaged in intense combat.
One side had fewer numbers but stood resolute like a towering mountain.
The other side swarmed like ants, in staggering numbers, attempting to break through the mountain's defenses.
At this moment, Jichen and his comrades were like the three hundred Spartan warriors defending the Thermopylae Pass, repelling the relentless tide of skeletons.
