C1717 The Destruction of the Black Tide

A few dozen meters above the scorpion, there was a person quietly hovering in midair, looking down at the Black Tide Mercenaries from above.

Under the dim moonlight, the scorpion could vaguely see that person standing on an iron shovel. For a moment, it could not believe its eyes.

For many years, the scorpion had experienced hundreds of battles. It had killed more than eighty enemies