Villain Ch 643. Divided Focus
The ghostly soldiers, provoked by the sudden change in tactics, let out a deafening roar as they surged forward to meet the tanks head-on. The ground trembled beneath their advance, the air thick with the sound of clashing steel and the cries of the wounded.
Elio, at the forefront of the tanks, swung his sword with expert precision, his movements fluid and controlled. Despite the eerie resemblance of the ghostly soldiers to real players, Elio knew that they lacked the dexterity and reflexes of their living counterparts. With each strike, he exploited their weaknesses, driving them back with calculated efficiency. Elio found himself pushed to his limits, his muscles burning with exertion as he fought tooth and nail against the relentless tide of enemies. He refused to back down.
