Hundreds of Wetland Angels simultaneously raised their Cyan Moss Battle Sabers.
In an instant, centered around them, a moss-green power spread like a tide.
The hard stone slabs of the square became muddy and slippery in an instant, resilient vines broke through the ground, growing wildly, transforming the entire square into a swampy home turf that greatly favored them.
Almost at the same moment, two hundred fierce and primitive figures burst out from the huge Wild Pantheon Temple in the center of the square.
Ultimate Soldiers of the Wild Pantheon—Wild Angels!
These angels appeared ferocious and grotesque.
Their bodies retained some angelic features, but mostly were fused with various beasts.
And they were not the same.
Some had the heads and claws of eagles, others had bear-like bodies and manes, while some had bat-like wings on their backs.
The only commonality was—their eyes burned with a bloodthirsty red light, exuding pure wildness and a desire for slaughter.
