CHAPTER 938
If seven against ten thousand was deemed foolish earlier, then what was unfolding now was total absurdity.
A single individual was charging head-first into an army of ten thousand.
As it appeared at the moment, he wasn't merely using the lightning affinity to enhance his velocity; he had become the lightning itself.
Within a single second, he was already in the midst of the ranks with a huge bang.
One moment, the soldiers were charging forward; the next, they froze as screams of agony rippled through their formation.
Jagged streaks of electricity moved among them with lethal intent.
"What the hell?" the cracked-toothed General uttered, his expression darkening with apprehension.
Within a heartbeat, more than a dozen men had fallen before they could even realize what was happening.
"Concentrate on the lightning! Surely there are arch-mages among you!" the bald-headed General shouted at his troops.
