Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

The moment the command was given, the sixty elite bee-men remained silent.

next moment--

They suddenly moved!

Sixty figures, like sixty golden arrows released from a bow, launched a straight and unadorned mass charge towards the core of the troll army where Zul'jin was located at the same moment!

There were no shouts of killing, only the low hum of bee wings vibrating at high speed, forming a chilling, death-stricken background sound.

These bee-men are incredibly fast!

One second ago, they were still in front of the teleportation array.

The next second, they tore through the air like golden lightning and crashed into the front ranks of the troll army!

"court death!"

The troll warriors in the front row grinned as they raised their heavy tower shields and battle axes, ready to smash these "walking into the trap" insects into mincemeat.

However, the instant their weapons clashed with those seemingly slender rapiers and short spears—

Clang! Snap! Splat!

The sickening clang of metal clashing, the shattering of shields, and the tearing of flesh all erupted almost simultaneously!

-451208! (Critical Hit! Armor Penetration!)

-384971! (Vital force penetrated!)

-521609! (Piercing damage!)

Terrifyingly high damage numbers erupted in droves within the troll formation!

Those 85+ troll front-line warriors, well-equipped and known for their strength and defense, thought their shields and armor were indestructible, but once they engaged in battle, they discovered that these slender bee-men unleashed incredible power!

The bee-man's weapon is like a red-hot knife cutting into butter!

The shield was easily pierced and cleaved!

The heavy plate armor was torn apart as if it were paper!

The immense power disparity made the trolls feel as if they were facing not bee-men, but dragons disguised as bee-men!

"What?!"

"My shield!!"

"No--!"

"Don't poke there..."

The previous laughter was instantly replaced by screams of shock, pain, and disbelief.

The elite beekeepers didn't linger at all.

Their charge showed no sign of slowing down; like sixty red-hot daggers, they fiercely pierced into the trolls' thick army formation!

Wherever it passed, people and horses fell, limbs flew everywhere, and the white light of death lit up in patches like dandelions blown by a gale!

These aren't sixty "little bees" at all! They're clearly sixty fighting machines with an outrageously high killing efficiency!

Zuljin's sinister smile froze, replaced by boundless horror and rage.

"Stop them! Kill them! Slash them!"

Zul'jin swung his giant hammer, smashing away two bee-men who tried to approach him. Although it caused considerable damage, the bee-men's amazing health completely ignored the damage. They quickly recovered under the healing of the Healer, and more bee-men swarmed around Zul'jin like a leech.

Zuljin was horrified to discover that these bee-men were just as strong, fast, and quick-witted as he was! Their coordinated attacks made them even more formidable!

Every attack he made was easily dodged or parried, while the opponent's rapid counterattacks left him flustered, his armor value plummeting, and his body covered in poison, bleeding, and slowing debuffs.

How is this possible?! When did the Abe Bees become so strong?! What the hell did that damned human do to them?!

Just then, an exceptionally swift golden figure broke through the guards' obstruction and appeared in front of Zul'jin as if by teleportation.

She was one of the Honeythorn Vanguard squad leaders. Her poisoned rapier drew a tragic green arc, aiming straight at Zul'jin's gaping maw, which was slightly open in shock and rage!

Zuljin suddenly leaned back and swung his giant hammer in an attempt to force his opponent back.

However, the bee-man squad leader suddenly flapped his bee wings and made a right-angle change of direction in mid-air that defied the laws of physics. Not only did he dodge the giant hammer, but the rapier's momentum did not decrease. Instead, due to Zuljin's backward movement, it precisely pierced the tiny gap between his helmet and neck armor!

Pfft—!

-1204845! (Fatal flaw! Deadly poison infusion!)

"Ugh!!!" Zul'jin roared in pain as he felt a chilling, numbing poison surge into his neck wound and spread rapidly throughout his body! His massive body stiffened abruptly, and the giant hammer in his hand crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

At the same time, several other Spirit Envoys, as if they had known each other beforehand, spat out silk threads from their mouths, which instantly wrapped around Zuljin's limbs and neck, binding him tightly!

"Your Majesty!!"

"Protect the King!!"

The surrounding troll guards were furious and desperately tried to rush up to their rescue.

However, the twenty Shadow Hunters simultaneously unleashed a wide barrage of powerful confusion and weakness potions, leaving the rescuing trolls disoriented and severely weakened.

Honeythorn Vanguard is like a golden Grim Reaper, ruthlessly reaping any troll that tries to approach.

The entire process, from the charge to Zulkin's capture, took only two minutes.

When Zul'jin's massive body, bound like a dumpling and emitting a groaning sound due to the deadly poison, was dragged before Liu Nian like a trophy by several Honeythorn Vanguards—

The entire central square fell into a deathly silence.

All the remaining trolls, whether they were Zul'jin's subordinates or the East City trolls who had been "watching the show" from the sidelines, were stunned as if struck by lightning.

Their mouths gaped open, their eyes wide, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

Lost?

The great Skullcrusher Zul'jin, the king of West Zul'Shrag, led five hundred elite troops into the city, only to be defeated in a single encounter?

He was defeated by sixty Abebes in two minutes, and he himself was captured alive.

How is this possible?!

What the hell is this nightmare?!

Those bee-men...are they monsters?! Do all of their attributes completely overwhelm those of King Zul'jin?!

Fear froze the blood and mind of all the trolls like ice.

The previous ridicule, contempt, and arrogance have now turned into boundless terror and disbelief.

Liu Nian walked up to Zuljin, who was lying on the ground, squatted down, looked into Zuljin's bloodshot eyes filled with shock, anger, and disbelief, and spoke softly:

"I really didn't expect you to come to me on the very first day of the promotion battle. Thanks."

His voice wasn't loud, but it struck like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of every troll.

Liu Nian stood up, his gaze sweeping across the deathly silent square, over the pale-faced trolls, and his voice rang out clearly:

"Now, I'm giving you two choices."

"First, lay down your weapons and surrender to me."

"Second, continue to resist, and then..."

He paused, then lifted his foot and gently stepped on Zulkin's massive head. Although he didn't use force, the insult and intimidation reached their peak.

"...Go to the respawn point and line up to resurrect. Wait for me to come and slaughter you!"