Half an hour ago before the lightning descended, within the Tall Mountain.
Two groups were currently in a chase.
Ruther's team sent huge speeding wind twisters to the scattering Lions who were running away at full speed.
Earlier, their scout had found an enemy troop trying to regroup with the others. As their mission was to cut off the enemy's reinforcement troops, he immediately set his eyes on this group. It was a small number of less than a hundred lions.
At first, Ruther was stunned.
They had attacked multiple groups, and the least number they met was about a thousand. So seeing a few soldiers gathered made him perplexed a bit.
However, he did not have time to think why this troop had so few in number because his team was already thirsty for blood. They had just lost their people in the fight on the Shallow Mountain. They wanted revenge. They wanted to vent their anger on their enemy's troops.
