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

The players responded to the command, and their formation began to slowly change.

The left wing surged forward, the right wing retreated, and the central army advanced steadily. The three square formations moved slowly across the gray-white wasteland like three giant pythons.

The three formations—central, left, and right—marched while rhythmically dispersing, constantly firing arrows and casting spells to lure the skeleton army into pursuing them.

The gray-white horde of skeletons spread to both sides following Bloodhowl's formation, as if torn apart from the middle by an invisible hand.

Commands flew through the Bloodhowl Guild's channel, Gamor's voice hoarse yet steady.

As cavalry and flying units crossed the sea of ​​skeletons, the main force of the undead army was forced to join the battle.

The Death Knights finally moved.

Riding armored undead warhorses, they formed a dense wedge formation and brazenly launched a charge, ignoring their own men (skeleton soldiers) blocking their way!

The banshees propelled themselves into the air, riding the giant banner beneath them!

Gamor then realized that the other party actually had a mount!

Immediately afterwards, those enormous, mountain-like abominations removed the iron hooks that were wrapped around their bodies and began to hook people from a great distance!

They hooked one and shoved it directly into the gaping maw on its stomach!

Corpse demons, dry corpse mages, and various undead monsters all began to join the battle under the command of the opposing leader!

The battlefield instantly descended into chaos.

Intertwined, each containing the other.

Skeleton soldiers, death knights, mummy warriors, and players clashed together, sparks flying from the impact of their weapons.

The banshee's shriek and the orc's war cry mingled together, shaking the very air.

The abominations swung their iron hooks and swung their massive boning knives at the surging players, spewing green poisonous miasma from their rear ends...

At first, Gamor was able to issue commands in the channel, but as the battle progressed, his commands became ineffective.

The channel was filled with a cacophony of shouts as the three legions began fighting independently. On the left wing, Orf and his wolf riders had gone too deep and were completely entangled with the Death Knights, making it impossible for them to retreat. On the right wing, Yogo's forces were even more chaotic, fighting their own battles and their formation completely broken. The central army was still under Gamor's nose, but it was also entangled by the main force of the undead, finding itself in a dilemma.

Just when the two sides were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle—

Suddenly, a deafening battle cry came from directly behind the Bloodhowl Guild.

Many players were taken aback and turned to look, only to find countless snake-men surging from behind the Bloodhowl Guild, like a blue torrent.

The scales of flame were at the very front.

Her emerald green vertical pupils were filled with murderous intent, and her cold and beautiful face was adorned with an almost manic excitement.

Her serpentine tail darted swiftly across the ground, its scales rubbing against the sand with a dense, rustling sound. In her hands, a pair of poisoned short blades gleamed coldly, the venom on the blades shimmering with an eerie green light in the dim sunlight.

Behind her, besides the thousands of elite snake-men who followed her, were several other snake-men leaders and their followers.

The snake-people leaders had been hesitant, but the increasing discrimination and oppression against them within the Savage Fortress finally led them to make their decision.

So after their secret talk last night, they decided to rebel together!

"kill--!"

Lin Yan's voice was sharp and fierce.

The snake-men pounced fiercely on the Bloodhowl Guild's formation from behind.

The players who were engaged in fierce battle with the undead were completely unprepared.

Their attention was entirely focused on the undead in front, so the mage and priest groups at the back of the formation were the first to be hit.

The mages were unleashing their full power, their staffs raised high, gathering various magical energies. They heard shouts of battle behind them, but before they could turn around, the snake-men's poisonous blades pierced their backs.

"ah--!"

A scream from an orc witch doctor was drowned out by the chaos of battle. Before he could even insert a snake club, his throat was slit. Venom seeped into the wound, his health bar dropped visibly, his skin changed from a healthy bluish-white to a sickly gray-white, and then vanished in a flash of white light.

The priests were in an even worse situation. They were focused on healing the warriors at the front lines, with no energy left to defend the rear, and no one was protecting them.

The snake-men charged forward, each slash a clean, decisive blow. The priests, clad in cloth armor, were utterly helpless against the melee attacks, falling one after another.

The treatment was interrupted.

The soldiers on the front lines suddenly discovered that their healing spells had disappeared. When they looked back, they saw that the area behind them was now a sea of ​​fire.

The torrent of snakemen engulfed the Bloodhowl Guild's formation from behind.

The mages and priests lost more than a third of their forces in the first wave of contact, and the rest scattered and fled, unable to help themselves.

Gamor watched from high above, his eyes wide with rage, his battle axe trembling violently in his hand, not from fear, but from fury.

"Snake-man bastards! These damned traitors!" His roar exploded in the channel, making everyone's ears ring.

He wanted to go back and help. He wanted the manticore to turn around and rush back to kill all those snake people without leaving a single one alive.

But he couldn't do it!

Because at that moment he was also deeply involved in the battle.

Three shroud knights, riding nightmare steeds, surrounded him in a triangle. Their rune swords slashed down simultaneously, the dark red sword light weaving into a web of death.

He couldn't get away at all.

More importantly, what use would he be if he went back alone? Even if he could kill a hundred or a thousand snake-men, he couldn't turn the tide of the battle. Without sufficient reinforcements, the collapse of the rear was inevitable.

Once the collapse occurs, the battle will inevitably crumble like a domino effect...

Moreover, they were already locked in a fierce battle with the undead—they had barely managed to stabilize their lines thanks to cavalry flanking maneuvers and aerial suppression from flying units. If they were to split their forces to reinforce now, the pressure on the front lines would instantly become overwhelming. Then, caught in a pincer attack, the Bloodhowl Guild wouldn't even have a chance to escape!

"Boss! We can't hold on any longer!" Auf's voice rang out in the channel, filled with an unusual panic.

The werewolf assassin, usually taciturn and as calm as ice, was now trembling in voice. "There are too many snake people! Our rear is in complete chaos! At least half of our mages and priests have been lost, and the rest are simply unable to organize an effective defense!"

"The witch doctor corps has suffered heavy losses, and the sorcerers are too preoccupied with their own problems to provide ranged support..." Yugo's voice followed closely behind. "My right flank has been cut off from the main force by the snake people, leaving me isolated!"

"Boss, we're going to lose if we keep fighting like this! Call for reinforcements!" Danzero's voice was unusually anxious. His totem poles were already planted all over the battlefield, but the snake people's sneak attacks from behind rendered them meaningless.