With a long sigh, the sparks exhaled vanished in mid-air as Ammonval raised the Magic Wand in his hand.
A crimson arc sprang from the tip of the Magic Wand into the sky, bursting into a beautiful firework, the rhythmic bam sound spreading across the battlefield.
In the distance, Bai Jin could sense that the magic Ammonval unleashed lacked any attack power.
Such a grand and dazzling magic was signaling something to the troops.
Deciphering the signal hidden in the bam sound, the Demon Clan Officer immediately gave orders to the troops:
"Retreat!"
The Demon King Army, which had just been launching a fierce attack, immediately changed direction, retreating while fighting.
Ammonval turned his head, the flames on the burning helmet blazing upward.
He swung his saber, and a massive wall of fire soared, weaving a staircase of flames.
