Although the number of Snake-men remaining had decreased, and each one was seriously exhausted, Fang Hao, as the Commander, still dared not take the situation lightly. Three top heroes joined forces, surrounding these Desert Snake-men from all directions.
"It's all my fault, if only I had allowed some to transfer earlier."
The Snake-man Leader's face was filled with dejection, regretting his overconfidence that had led to this situation.
He believed he was the ruler of the desert and that even if Undead Creatures came to the desert, they were destined to be nothing more than stepping stones. By leveraging the Undead, he could wear down other races and grow stronger himself.
But what he hadn't anticipated was that these converging races would become the very charm of his own demise.
To this moment, the Snake-man Leader still hadn't figured out exactly what had gone wrong.
"Attack, wipe them out," Fang Hao ordered, swinging his arm forward, as the massive army began to advance.