Thoren merely glanced in the direction of the Scorpion Clan Palace Guards without any change in his expression.
To him, their arrival would not change the course of the battle.
And as for them, their fate was already sealed.
They might as well accompany their army to the netherworld.
With a thought, he sent two undead Sanguine Vultures to finish them off while he focused his attention on the almost concluded battle.
The two crimson undead immediately disappeared into the sky without making the slightest sound.
Now, the Scorpion General was barely standing.
His towering body, once capable of intimidating countless enemies, now swayed unsteadily as though it could collapse at any moment.
His body was riddled with injuries.
Deep and shallow cuts scattered throughout his body.
Blood continuously seeped from the countless wounds, staining both his armor and the crimson sand beneath his feet.
His High Bronze Armor was covered in cracks while some parts were in fragments.
