Liszt used the broad view from the tower to spot a massive group of Madmen to the east, Magic Cannons, heavily armored cans with rotating machine guns, and white-robed people wearing Dragon Face Helmets.
And also...
Liszt couldn't believe it—a group of a thousand people, dressed like Mulong people, were also present.
Goodness, Zote is slicker than Crocodile Island, even managing to produce a Puppet Army.
However, it was impossible to discern who Zote was among the crowd.
Zote sat back and watched the tigers fight, trying to gain all the advantages he could.
But Liszt didn't care—kill them all. A single person's strength can only drive so many nails; against overwhelming numbers, individual power is ultimately limited, unless you're a Dragon with extraordinary AOE damage; otherwise, time will eventually wear you down.
