Walking inside Horn Lizard Town, his undead servants spread out all at once.

They rushed forward toward the wall steps. By now, the scared Horn Lizard Soldiers had woken up from their stupor.

Their eyes were bloodshot with rage as they tightened their grip on their weapons, trying to suppress the fear growing inside their hearts.

"Howl!"

They roared and charged toward the incoming undead enemies.

Even though they did not understand how this human had killed their clansmen, they were not going to escape but fight him to the death.

As proud soldiers of the Horn Lizard Clan, retreat was never an option, especially when they were about to dominate the Crimson Dune.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Ahhh! Ahhh!

Before the two sides could meet each other, the undead Sanguine Vultures descended from the sky like deadly assassins.

When they appeared, death followed.

Instantly, the quiet and tense town wall was filled with screams and cries of pain.

Blood splattered everywhere as bodies fell one after another before they even realized what had happened.

Since they had defeated the Crimson Arc Guild, they were filled with confidence and pride. They believed no human force within the Crimson Dunes could threaten them anymore.

More importantly, as they continued capturing more humans, their disdain for the human race continued to deepen.

Just like the Scorpion Clan, they began to believe the humans should serve them as slaves. They viewed humans as nothing more than tools to increase their population and power.

But now, when death stared directly into their eyes, they realized they were nothing.

Before death, pride and courage were meaningless.

Bodies were chopped and sliced into pieces.

Their hardened scales, which had always been one of their greatest sources of pride, became completely meaningless.

Before Peak Bronze Grade Weapons, their hard scales were nothing but paper.

Every slash effortlessly tore through flesh, scales, and bones, leaving behind dismembered corpses.

Quickly, the town wall was covered in blood with severed body parts scattered everywhere. The smell of fresh blood spread through the air.

A minute later, the wall became quiet, leaving only the thick stench of blood behind. Corpses were piled upon one another while crimson blood slowly flowed down the stone walls.

Still, Thoren did not move.

A slow predatory smile appeared on his face as he turned to look toward his left.

With his strong perception, he had already detected the movement of the Horn Lizard Guards rushing toward him.

Their hurried footsteps, furious roars, and surging auras could not escape his senses.

They numbered close to two hundred.

Too lazy to care about them, he summoned two Level 38 Scorpion Commanders to deal with them.

When the two undead Scorpion Commanders appeared, the air twisted around them under their terrifying aura.

Their hollow eye sockets burned with eerie soul flames while an invisible pressure spread across the street.

"Go!" Thoren commanded.

Receiving the command, their hollow eyes burned with strong, eerie soul fire as they rushed forward.

Their massive bodies shot through the streets like unstoppable juggernauts.

Walking along the left street, hundreds of Horn Lizard Soldiers were rushing toward the gate, their faces filled with urgency.

Their hurried footsteps echoed throughout the quiet town.

Just as they prepared to take the last bend leading to the gate, two figures appeared before them.

"Huh!"

They halted in their sprint and stared at the figures before them.

Their leader, a Level 37 Horn Lizard Man, stared at the figures, and his serpentine eyes narrowed into slits.

’Scorpion Men? What are they doing here?’

Before they could even grasp what was happening, the two undead Scorpion Commanders pounced on them.

Their massive bodies exploded forward with astonishing speed, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.

Bang! Bang!

Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

The Horn Lizard Captain roared at the top of his lungs, trying to rally his soldiers.

Like ferocious beasts, the two undead Scorpion Commanders tore through their ranks with brutal ease.

Every swing of their massive claws and weapons crushed bones and split bodies apart, leaving a trail of mangled corpses in their wake.

The Horn Lizard Captain’s expression twisted as he charged forward, thrusting his spear with all his strength.

Bang!

The spear struck one of the undead Scorpion Commanders only to produce a shower of sparks. It failed to leave behind even the slightest scratch.

’What in the...’

The undead Scorpion Commander slowly turned its hollow eye sockets toward him before responding with a casual backhand strike.

Bang!

The Horn Lizard Captain was sent flying, crashing heavily into the wall of a nearby building. His jaw was dislocated, and blood gushed from his mouth as several of his teeth flew out.

He groaned in pain, and fear finally appeared on his face.

Before he could even recover or climb back to his feet, the undead Scorpion Commander was already standing before him, its towering body casting a shadow over his trembling figure.

Bang!

His head was crushed into a paste in a brutal display.

Blood and shattered bone splashed across the wall behind him, instantly ending his life.

Without pausing for even a second, the undead Scorpion Commander turned and charged back into the battlefield, where another round of massacre began.

The remaining Horn Lizard Soldiers desperately tried to fight back, but before the overwhelming strength of the two undead Scorpion Commanders, their resistance was nothing more than a futile struggle.

One after another, they were cut down.

Two minutes later, the battle was over, and all the Horn Lizard Soldiers lay broken and scattered across the muddy road.

Their fresh blood splattered across the ground.

Shattered bones, severed limbs, and mangled organs were mixed together, displaying the brutality of the battle.

The once orderly street had become nothing more than a field of corpses.

Without looking back, the two undead Scorpion Commanders departed, their bodies covered in fresh blood as though they had just walked out of a sea of slaughter.

At the town entrance, Thoren’s expression was still the same.

Calm.

Indifferent.

As though everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

When the two undead Scorpion Commanders returned, he simply continued walking deeper into Horn Lizard Town.

His pace remained steady and unhurried.

As for whether he cared that the Horn Lizard Clan might have detected his arrival, he did not care in the slightest.

From the moment he appeared blood was destined to flow.

That was something not even the gods could change.