Duke's gaze was cold and unwavering.
While Master Ted was holding off the Level 2 Elf Warrior, Duke's heart thought moved again, his magic power and spiritual power surged more fiercely through the spell model of Sand Servant, resonating with the stone tablet in the Light God Court.
Accompanied by a deep, continuous metallic hum, as if from the depths of the earth, the air within a ten-meter radius around Duke began to subtly distort. The humus layer churned violently, and the faint light spores and dust floating in the forest were pushed aside by an invisible force.
Eight massive, spinning whirlwinds of dark metallic sand erupted almost simultaneously around him from eight different directions.
The whirlwinds ravenously devoured the free-floating earth elements and faint shadow energy in the air, the clanging sound of metal echoing continuously, as if thousands of troops were forging armor in the void.
