In the face of the endless onslaught of ghost armies, the native warriors and Hell Warriors were like tiny boats in a vast ocean. The arrival of the special ops team was akin to sharp swords and daggers, piercing through the already fragile boats.
Gradually, the main force began to delve deeper into the Mist world, advancing towards its very heart. Soon, another horde of Hell Warriors and native troops rushed to confront them. Without waiting for Alexander's command, the special ops team charged forward, tearing apart the enemy's formation.
"Su Rong approached Alexander, concern evident in her voice, "Alexander, something's not right. Why are these Mist world's Hell Warriors and natives attacking in waves instead of swarming us? This tactic seems more like they're trying to slow down our march rather than fighting us. Could it be that the Mist world is brewing some sort of conspiracy?"
