Back at the battlefield, the previous thousands of Scorpion Clan soldiers had been reduced to only a few hundred, their once overwhelming numbers now diminished beyond recognition after enduring wave upon wave of relentless slaughter.
And with each passing second, they were being killed at a visible speed as the undead army continued advancing without slowing down.
"Ahhhh!"
"Ahhh!"
"Ahhh!"
The battlefield echoed with endless screams of agony and despair as the cries of dying Scorpion soldiers blended together into a horrifying symphony that spread across the crimson desert.
Watching the endless sea of undead, all the Scorpion soldiers had lost all hope of fighting the battle as despair swallowed the last traces of courage remaining within their hearts, replacing it with overwhelming fear.
Their only thought was to escape, but everywhere they looked, there were undead.
