Time passed.
"Puchi~"
Under the sanguine tongue of Undead One, the last struggling sixth-rank Centaur Commander stiffened. He looked down at his pierced chest, eyes filled with despair, blood spurting from his mouth as he fell helplessly to the ground.
At this moment, under the full-scale attack of the Corpse Tide, the entire Centaur Legion was utterly annihilated, not a single centaur escaped, all turned into lifeless remains on the ground.
The battlefield ground was now soaked in blood, with the bodies of centaurs sprawled in disarray, their blood spreading across the ground, forming pools of crimson.
These pools of blood interconnected, resembling a vast blood lake, emitting a pungent stench.
The pervasive bloody scent spread for unknown miles, quickly drawing in a large number of fierce beasts. However, upon witnessing the endless Corpse Tide, these beasts showed terror on their faces and fled with their tails between their legs at the first opportunity.
