The Lava Skeleton King currently felt like his head was splitting in two.
He never expected to be the first unlucky target of Wright's forces.
Prepared for battle, he had gathered his army, ready to repel the enemy attack.
But unexpectedly, after the other side seized a hill, they inexplicably halted and began to set up camp, engaging in some bizarre operations.
Moreover, these Mushroom Beasts frequently gathered together, chanting some ancient spells he could not comprehend at all.
Something about finding your home's path in the morning and then attacking you at night.
And something about standing by the river, watching as the enemy's corpses floated downstream one by one.
The most chilling phrase said something about mushrooms not discussing occult matters.
Do you even know what you're saying? This is the Nether Beach! Nether Beach! We're all Immortal Creatures here!
But the strange thing is!
