Watching the Nightmare Wanderer's swollen head and the incessantly wailing body, Alex was suddenly startled and immediately ordered the musketeers.
"Spread out!"
Nightmare Breath!
The dying Nightmare Wanderer used the last of its strength to spew a pale blue breath toward the ground!
Just as the breath was about to descend on the Demon King's flank, a grand atmospheric barrier suddenly materialized above the musketeer formation, colliding with the pale blue toxic mist in place of the flesh and blood.
"Sss—!"
The corrosive sound was like cold water poured into a hot oil pan, accompanied by a crackling noise, the whole airspace was filled with popping sounds.
Without time to glance gratefully in the direction of the Demon King, Alex immediately directed the musketeer formation to advance, catching up with the dispersed troops to fill the gap in the flank's long-range firepower.