The giant face looked coldly at Astalos and other Abyss Myths, his voice majestic and deep, devoid of emotion:
"So, Astalos... what you want to tell me is that after granting you millions of Demon Army, fighting for half a month, you still haven't broken through the Elves' defenses?"
Astalos' expression slightly changed, his face showing fear.
He lowered his head, explaining in fear:
"My Lord Helair... I did not expect the followers of the Goddess of Life to be so troublesome..."
"I originally thought that with the Goddess of Life absent, as long as we held back the Black Dragon King and several Mythical Giant Dragons, with the Demon Army, we could sweep away everything. However... however..."
Astalos stammered, his body trembling.
The giant face formed from black mist sneered:
"But you never expected not to have broken through in half a month, did you?"
Astalos lowered his head even further.
