Amidst the sea of flames, Jason and his army, draped in golden energy veils, appeared as deities.
Their adversaries, however, were extinguished and vanished within the fiery blaze...
Yet, as the eleventh wave of opponents emerged, the pressure on Jason's side surged.
They were faced with a cavalry legion clad in gleaming white armor, a formidable force of five thousand 9-tier unit Silver Dragon Riders.
Jason felt a tingling on his scalp—not from the fear of defeat, but from the haunting memories of these soldiers in his past life in the Divine Arena.
They were notoriously tough, dealt heavy damage, and possessed swift mobility...
Despite their numbers being only five thousand, Jason had previously lost six thousand of his own 9-tier units before barely claiming victory...
But in this life, everything had been reversed.
Jason's troops were at their peak, with attributes fully maximized.