Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

As he approached the Frostwolf Knights, he leaped high into the air, his greatsword slashing fiercely downwards.

A sword aura, tens of meters long, swept out like a surging wave, bisecting Frostwolf Knights and their mounts alike, blood spraying like a fountain in a scene of utter carnage.

King of the Icefield's Frostwolf Knights, believing they had successfully ambushed and could retreat unscathed, never expected this sudden, fatal blow.

Under the fierce assault of the two Saint-tier powerhouses, their retreat formation instantly collapsed, soldiers panicking and scattering in all directions.

The two Saint-tier Frostwolf Knights, though powerful, were caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

One of them, a burly figure wearing an ice wolf helmet, roared and swung his long spear, instantly conjuring a thick ice shield in front of him.

Lightning struck the ice shield, sending countless ice shards flying, but the shield held firm, blocking most of the attack.

The other, a more agile Saint-tier Frostwolf Knight, rode his frost wolf like a phantom through the chaotic battlefield, seeking an opportunity to counterattack.

The long spear in his hand gleamed with a ghostly blue light, striking out occasionally, repelling any enemies who approached.

Prince Alterriff's two Saint-tier powerhouses coordinated seamlessly, giving their opponents no chance to breathe.

The black-robed Saint-tier powerhouse controlled lightning, constantly blocking the Frostwolf Knights' retreat, while the greatsword Saint-tier powerhouse pressed forward, engaging the two Saint-tier Frostwolf Knights in close combat.

Runes around the black-robed Saint-tier glowed brightly, like countless stars twinkling and moving across his body.

His hands moved rapidly, as if weaving an invisible net.

In an instant, the already dense dark clouds in the sky grew even heavier, and a muffled roar echoed from the depths of the clouds, like countless ancient behemoths roaring.

Then, bolts of lightning as thick as water buckets, carrying world-destroying power, fell madly from the clouds.

One of the lightning bolts struck the burly Frostwolf Knight wearing the ice wolf helmet with pinpoint accuracy.

The knight reacted quickly, thrusting his long spear upwards, the tip instantly erupting with a dazzling ice-blue light, colliding head-on with the falling lightning.

For a moment, light scattered in all directions, and the enormous impact distorted the surrounding air, creating visible shockwaves that spread outwards from the point of impact.

The greatsword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light, each swing accompanied by a sharp whistle. The Frostwolf Knight rode his frost wolf, dodging the greatsword's attacks with agility, the frost wolf's paws leaving deep claw marks in the ground.

The Frostwolf Knight seized an opportunity, his spear striking out like a viper from its lair, aiming for the greatsword Saint-tier's throat.

The greatsword Saint-tier remained calm, slightly shifting his body to easily avoid the fatal blow.

At the same time, he swung his greatsword downwards, aiming for the frost wolf's front legs.

The frost wolf sensed the danger and leaped backwards, the greatsword Saint-tier's greatsword striking the ground, sending up a cloud of dust, instantly creating a deep crack in the ground, half a meter wide and several meters long.

On the black-robed Saint-tier's side, the lightning attacks he controlled grew even fiercer.

He slammed his hands together, and dozens of lightning bolts in the sky instantly converged, forming a huge pillar of lightning, enveloping the two Frostwolf Knights.

The two Frostwolf Knights' expressions changed drastically. They exchanged a glance and exerted their power simultaneously.

The burly knight plunged his long spear heavily into the ground, chanting incantations, and a thick ice wall quickly rose from the spear, protecting the two within.

The pillar of lightning struck the ice wall, unleashing a deafening roar. The ice wall began to crack under the intense electric current, and countless tiny fragments of ice flew out.

The ice shards scattered in the wind, like sharp throwing knives, cutting the faces of the surrounding soldiers.

The greatsword Saint-tier seized this opportunity and launched another attack.

He leaped high into the air, raising his greatsword above his head, his aura suddenly soaring.

Behind him, a huge sword shadow faintly appeared, as if the God of War had descended.

With a roar, he brought his greatsword down on the ice wall with immense force.

"Boom!" The ice wall finally couldn't withstand the double attack and collapsed with a crash.

The two Frostwolf Knights were exposed to the attack range. Although they tried their best to resist, they were still blasted away by the powerful force.

However, the battle between Saint-tier powerhouses was far from over.

The Frostwolf Knights, knocked away, adjusted their posture in the air and regained their footing.

Their eyes revealed determination and anger, ready to launch a new round of counterattacks.

The situation on the battlefield remained deadlocked, each release of power causing the land to tremble, and this decisive Saint-tier duel would continue to write its cruelty and magnificence on this battlefield of blood and fire.

"Everyone, don't panic! Concentrate your strength and attack their mounts!" Prince Alterriff shouted loudly.

He knew that the Frostwolf Knights and their mounts were perfectly coordinated, and to defeat them, they had to start with the mounts.

Hearing this, everyone turned their attacks towards the frost wolves.

In an instant, the glint of swords and blades, a hail of spears and arrows, all poured down on the frost wolves.

Under the barrage of attacks, the frost wolves gradually became overwhelmed and began to suffer casualties.

Seeing this, Prince Alterriff was overjoyed. He knew that the time for a counterattack had come.

"Kill!" Prince Alterriff roared again, leading everyone in a final charge.

Under their fierce attack, the Frostwolf Knights finally couldn't resist and began to crumble.

Prince Alterriff, watching the Frostwolf Knights' gradually receding figures, was about to breathe a sigh of relief when his tense nerves were suddenly pulled tight again.

In the distance, yellow sand filled the sky as the desert camel riders swept in like a surging sandstorm, targeting the retreating Frostwolf Knights, intending to help them escape the battlefield.

Behind the desert camel riders, densely packed infantry surged like a tide, their mighty formation seeming to devour everything in their path.

"Not good!" Prince Alterriff cried out in his heart, his face turning pale instantly.

Once the desert camel riders succeeded in breaking through the formation, his army would be in dire straits.

These desert camel riders were all battle-hardened and skilled riders. Under their control, the camels were like mobile fortresses, with immense impact. And the large number of infantry following behind would only make the chaotic situation worse.