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The two sides stood in tense opposition, the oppressive atmosphere spreading across the wasteland relentlessly. Everyone could feel the immense pressure of the impending battle, like the calm before a storm, suffocating and heavy.
In that distant and mysterious Fantasy Continent, the smoke of war filled every corner.
The Goblin Legion surged like a tide, an endless sea of darkness stretching as far as the eye could see.
Within this massive legion, those possessing Mythical Grade combat power were scarce, akin to lightning hidden within clouds—rare but deadly.
However, the sheer number of the Goblin Legion, once utilized in coordination, transformed into a formidable force.
On the battlefield, a few Mythical Grade Goblins stood like calm and commanding generals, positioned at the forefront of their ranks, their sharp eyes sweeping across the scene.