Sylara moved like a blur, exuding only a red aura in the air as she gutted one Forsaken warrior after another.
She wasn't aiming for any other body parts besides their throats.
She used her razor-sharp claws to dig into a forsaken warrior's throat and pull their guts out.
It was brutal and bloody.
The crazy ways in which she was killing were just too jaw-dropping and throat-choking.
Kaizo, who was up in the air, was laughing like a maniac as he clashed with five Peak Spirit Emperors, making no effort to kill them, nor they him.
Uncle Drake, on the other hand, had already killed three Peak Spirit Emperors, and he was now surrounded by two Peak Spirit Emperors and four Level 8 Spirit Emperors.
Kaizo was paying attention to the passing of time, so when five minutes had passed and still there were thousands of Forsaken warriors on the battlefield, he knew something had to change. However, looking around, all his teammates were busy with their battles.
