'I have tried my best.'

Darryl thought and breathed out a long sigh. He closed his eyes slowly and sank into despair.

"Darryl! Dax!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from the distant horizon.

Um?

Darryl, Dax, and everyone else felt their hope renewed. They quickly looked in that direction.

Everyone was stunned at the very first glance.

They saw an awe-inspiring few-hundred-thousand-strong army approaching. Every soldier rode on a black horse, wore blood-red metal armor, and held a long saber.

Someone noticed that the long sabers of those soldiers were different from the ordinary long sabers. The blades were wider and longer; the sharp blade drew a cold glow.

What surprised everyone, even more, was that each of those soldiers had a deathly pale complexion. They were obviously no longer alive. Their lifeless aura combined with the murderous intent they displayed was terrifying.

A man in a black robe hovered in mid-air as he led the new army toward the battleground.