The Great Flood!

The swamp began withdrawing away from the territorial line, causing the Mire Marauders to forcefully retreat with it and the lava sea to speed up its annihilation.

"What are they doing?" Zytoss frowned at this peculiar sight.

As the right hand of Lord Heatiaz, he was trusted with leadership over conquering the Mire Marauders' tribe.

"Motherf*cker, we have lost ten meters of our territory in a few seconds! That's more than what we lost in an entire month!"

"Chief! Please give us the order to control our swamp!"

"This is bad, this is so bad!!"

While he was a bit confused, no one in the Mire Marauders had a positive reaction to the swamp's withdrawal as they rained curses on Felix and requests on their chief.

Unfortunately, Chief Drogath backed Felix even when he was losing the land on his territory at an unprecedented speed.

Whoosh!!

"Huh?!"