"We won!"
A gleam of wild joy flickered across Ryan's face.
The Tauren Dark Lord was now at his last gasp, no longer capable of causing any significant troubles.
He was about to deliver the final blow, spear at the ready, when a chilling gust came from behind.
Ryan swung his spear towards the source of the gust, immediately colliding with a longsword.
The collision's force made Ryan take a step back.
His gaze hardened as he looked at the newcomer - a tall treant who was watching him with amusement.
An army of Heroes emerged behind the treant, quickly surrounding them.
"What do you want?" Ryan asked with a darkened expression.
Zachary let out a cold chuckle, launching a surprise attack without warning.
His sword, swift as a shadow, unleashed a frigid flash, charging towards Ryan.
Reacting instinctively, Ryan retreated.
However, he quickly realized that he wasn't the real target.