Complete Victory!

"Hahaha… Arar, surrender! You've got no chance left!" Barnett's voice rang out over the battlefield, rich with the confidence of a warrior who knew victory was within his grasp. He wiped a streak of blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed on his longtime rival. "Look around you, Arar. Your so-called coalition is crumbling. Soon, it will be nothing but a memory!"

Barnett wasn't exaggerating. The Silver Mane Tribe had unleashed a force that the coalition had severely underestimated. Their ranks boasted an impressive number of fifth- and sixth-level warriors, while the coalition's own elite fighters were either dead, captured, or stripped of their strength. Panic rippled through the coalition's ordinary soldiers as they saw their leaders fall one by one. Dropping their weapons, they began to surrender in waves, knowing that resistance was futile.