In the rift, the battle rages fiercely!
Riding atop his Dragon Turtle, Bakar roared furiously as he charged at the forefront, leading the vanguard like a black tide pressing towards the four who dared to obstruct the Holy King's advance.
"Kill them all!!!"
The cries of battle shook the heavens and earth, rolling like waves as the Armored Dragon Soldiers launched a full-scale assault, vowing to crush the insignificant forces before them into dust!
Watching the four enemies who seemed like "candles in the wind" before the mighty army, a cold smile crept onto the corner of Bakar's mouth.
He could sense that the four servants sent by the Demon King Army were not weak. Especially the Skeleton Mage, whose mastery over Magic was sophisticated, likely a member among the Demon King's Demon Generals.
But so what?
Even a Divine General Level strongman cannot keep their breath steady after wielding a sword a thousand times.
