The menacing aura surged within the Dragon Nest, an intense atmosphere rising from all around, resonating in the confined space. The rumbling of the Magic Cannon was unceasing, echoing in everyone's ears.
The Dragon Nest, vast as a major city, was shrouded in smoke, becoming a fierce battlefield.
At the end of the passage behind the first position lay a spacious three-pronged junction, far more expansive than the nest's entrance.
Here, two thousand treant soldiers divided into three groups, encircling the Flame Armor Magical Golems numbering fivefold.
It was precisely because these treant soldiers blocked the path that the magical golems didn't reach the first position where Crisis was earlier.
Though outnumbered, it seemed incredible, yet the treants utilized their massive forms and the nest's relatively narrow terrain to achieve this.
