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

The Sphinx Construct Legion's mass charge is no joke!

Each of these lion-shaped behemoths is a BOSS-level existence, clearly marked on the system icon as a LV199 Legendary Construct. There are not just one, but hundreds of them.

The sheer pressure of hundreds of bosses charging at once is enough to send chills down your spine.

Their health is ridiculously high, and their defense is off the charts. Their thick stone armor is layered with rune shields, making their physical damage reduction and magic resistance outrageously high. Ordinary attacks only send up a shower of stone chips; they can't even break through their shells.

Moreover, these guys are inherently cold and ruthless like the undead, completely ignoring friendly forces and their own people.

No matter who stands in their path, they don't care; they trample them all into dust with their four legs.

The first to come into contact with the Sphinx were the Bloodhowl Guild's flanking formation, commanded by Shadow Wolf. Although their formation was basically gone, many players still managed to form small tactical squads.

A massive orc warrior raised his tower shield, attempting to block the charge of a sphinx head-on.

The moment the shield collided with the Sphinx, "Bang—!!"

The orc warrior was sent flying backward, shield and all, leaving a deep dent in the shield; his health bar dropped by a third. The sphinx, however, merely shook its head and continued its charge, its speed undiminished.

Behind him, a minotaur shaman summoned an earth elemental, attempting to block him with a rock barrier. But the other sphinx rammed into it, instantly shattering the earth elemental and sending it flying...

After that, wherever the Sphinx had crushed, whether undead or orcs, they all vanished in a flash of white light—snake men, skeletons, death knights, orc warriors, elven mages—there was no difference; if they stood in the way, they would die!

"Focus fire! Focus fire!" Gamor's roar echoed through the channel, hoarse and desperate. "Attack the head! That's the weak point!"

Players adjusted their targets, raining down arrows, spells, and thrown weapons on the Sphinxes' heads. Orcs' throwing axes, archers' armor-piercing arrows, mages' fireballs and ice spikes, warlocks' shadow bolts and curses—a barrage of attacks rained down on the heads of the front row of Sphinxes.

Some of the attacks did indeed work. Under the combined fire of numerous spells, the magic finally shattered the heads of several Sphinxes. Stone armor shattered, runes extinguished, eerie green flames spewed from their eye sockets, the behemoths swayed, and finally collapsed with a crash, turning into a pile of boulders.

But more sphinxes had already rushed in. The Bloodhowl Guild's formation, which had already been disrupted by the serpent people and undead, was now completely torn apart by the sphinx army.

Meanwhile, reinforcements from the Savage Fortress continued to arrive.

However, there was a problem: they lacked unified command and coordinated actions. Everyone was fighting their own battles, and there were even instances of friendly fire: orc battleaxes clashed with dwarf muskets, tauren's giant hammers nearly smashed into goblins' heads, and goblin bombs blew away their own mounts.

The channel was in complete chaos.

"Damn it! Who threw a fireball at me from behind? Do they have eyes in their ass?"

"Sorry, sorry, there were too many people and I couldn't aim properly! I also got hit several times!"

"Make way! I'm unleashing my ultimate attack—Frost Nova!"

"Don't fire! There are our own people here—damn it! I told you not to fire, you've frozen me in place!"

"Holy crap! Who the hell self-destructed? It killed me too! What a bastard!"

Everyone knows that this kind of fighting can't go on.

But no one could step forward and take unified command in this situation. Gamor could only try his best to maintain the Bloodhowl Guild's formation, but the Sphinx Construct Legion was too powerful. He tried several times to organize a defensive line, but it was broken up each time.

The battlefield was filled with shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the sounds of skills exploding.

Dark purple necromantic energy intertwined with golden holy light, red flames, and blue frost, dyeing the Gobi sky a strange, overturned palette of colors.

The ground was soaked in blood, and the sand had turned into a dark red swamp. It was sticky and difficult to walk on, and it was hard to pull your feet out.

A large number of corpses turned into white light and disappeared, but some corpses were preserved due to the influence of necromancy and were turned into new skeleton soldiers by the necromancer wizard with a casual move.

By now, everyone's basically bloodthirsty.

Attacks on one's own people occur frequently, including accidental injuries, accidental killings, and even deliberate acts of revenge. Some people exchange insults about each other's ancestors in the channel, while others simply leave the channel and blindly attack.

To be honest, in the current situation, neither side can control the situation.

On the Pharaoh's side, the undead only know how to follow procedures and don't know how to adjust tactics; on the Serpent People's side, although Scaleflame is ruthless enough, his command ability is limited, and his own combat strength is not high enough to convince the masses; Night Owl has just arrived and hasn't had time to sort out the situation yet.

On the Savage Fortress side, Gamor wanted to take command, but his own Bloodhowl guild was almost broken up, and the other guilds were not obeying his orders.

Neither side could extricate themselves, and neither could gain the upper hand, so they could only continue to fight it out.

Just when both sides were locked in a fierce battle, with neither able to spare a move—

The earth, soaked in blood, began to tremble again.

It wasn't the rhythmic tremors of a Sphinx's charge, but a continuous, increasingly intense tremor emanating from deep within the earth, as if something were drilling upwards from the earth's core.

Everyone felt the tremor. Some people stopped firing their weapons and looked around blankly.

Some people thought it was an earthquake and started reminding everyone to be careful on the channel.

A huge crack suddenly appeared in the ground not far from the battlefield.

The crack appeared out of nowhere in the Gobi Desert, and a large plume of smoke and dust poured out of it.

"It's not an earthquake! Something's coming out! Look inside the cracks!"

All eyes were drawn to the crack.

A huge figure is slowly emerging from the crack.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't a figure at all, but a mouth.

A gaping, black maw, filled with rings of fangs, and a bottomless abyss deep within its throat, from which an army was being continuously spat out.

Dimensional Sand-Eating Beast!

Liu Nian recognized it at a glance.

It was the same thing he had seen underground before, but he couldn't see it clearly back then.

Drakaa also mentioned at the Anti-Pharaoh Alliance meeting that this thing is basically a "living portal" for the Pharaoh, which can send the Pharaoh's army anywhere at any time.

How did this thing get here?