The battlefield was shrouded in pitch-black mist and filled with a manic, malevolent aura, with killing intent rampant everywhere.
As the overwhelming and fierce offensive of the enemy came sweeping down crazily, waves of energy surged on the barrier wall above our army formation at the center of the storm, like a storm falling on a calm lake, continuous and unending.
After the fierce siege from the enemy, including Little Jie, our warriors supplying power to the defensive barrier grew even paler, with many even trembling slightly, a clear sign of their mana being rapidly drained.
Leo Ray watched this scene, his brows furrowing deeper.
After the previous fierce battle in the Underground City, our warriors' energy was already significantly depleted. Coupled with this eerie dense black mist, which also slowed energy recovery and flow, it was undoubtedly adding insult to injury, not to mention the enemy's exceedingly fierce offensive.
