The vanguard of the army, three-star Shura-level powerhouses, began encountering various formidable snipers.
The front half of the army was ambushed by over three hundred thousand enemy troops, with several powerful individuals mingling in, initiating a frenzied slaughter.
The rear side of the army was subjected to long-range area attacks, echoing with tragic cries.
Three regions were almost simultaneously struck, and the enemy's blows were quick, accurate, and ruthless—a perfectly executed ambush.
Ravis wore an expression of deep anxiety, with his brain racing as he pondered strategies to turn the tide of battle.
"Hey, are you called Ravis?"
At this moment, a female voice pulled him back to reality from his thoughts.
Ravis looked up to find a red-haired woman slightly smiling at him, calling his name.
