Enderfa's prejudice was already pointless. They could only escape while releasing spells to block the Orachiss behind them.
As for the army of Dark Elves, only a bit over twenty were still alive now, or it might be better to say, there were still over twenty that hadn't been injured. Being injured during the pursuit meant death.
Lin Yun had taken care of a few hundred, and then hundreds had been eaten by the Orachiss. Out of the rest, some weren't able to keep up and were either eaten by the Orachiss or eaten by carnivorous plants along the way.
A thick, black smoke mixed with the power of ice and fire was continuously chasing behind them.
A Dark Elf's ankle was caught by a weak vine magic beast, and less than a second later, she was submerged by a bunch of Abyssal Spells, before the black smoke surging with lava swallowed her, not even giving her any time to shout...
