Listening to the miserable scream of the Scorpion King, all the Scorpion Clansmen hiding inside their homes couldn't help but shiver.
What happened?
Fear and panic gripped their souls, tightening around them with every passing moment. Just hearing their King's cry was enough to send many into despair.
If their King could cry out like an injured beast, then what about them?
Many wallowed in despair.
"We are finished!"
"We are doomed!"
While most of the Scorpion Clansmen were drowning in despair, the scene inside the palace had changed completely.
"I don't know where you are hiding, but I promise you will pay dearly for this!" the Scorpion King shouted.
He was truly enraged.
Thick veins protruded from his forehead like writhing worms, while a thick, suffocating aura emanated from his body.
The hard stone beneath his feet crumbled into dust under the overwhelming pressure.
He ignored the undead cannon fodder around him as he began frantically searching for the Necromancer.
