At this moment, Blackmire Castle's forces had suffered devastating losses—so severe that their entire combat strength was on the verge of collapse.
The lower-tier troops, from Tier 6 all the way down to Tier 7, had been completely wiped out.
Even the elite Tier 8, Tier 9, and Tier 10 units had lost over a third of their numbers, and the casualties were still mounting at an alarming rate.
The only ones left standing were the five Tier 11 Wyverns, all of them poisoned but still holding their formation, desperately trying to keep the battle from spiraling into total disaster.
But it was pointless.
This was nothing more than the last, futile struggle of a doomed force.
A beast backed into a corner, lashing out in vain.
It wouldn't change a thing.
Boom!
Seraphina struck again.
Her foot came crashing down on the skull of an 8-Tier Greater Basilisk, crushing it with a sickening crunch.