The battle had immediately entered a state of carnage after starting.
Two hundred Bloodline, riding Magic Language Bats, smashed down with searing large fireballs in their hands.
Bang, bang, bang~
The scorching flames erupted on the ground, turning everything within a ten-blade radius into a sea of fire with each explosion of the great fireballs.
Two hundred fireballs fell from the sky, from behind the demon-like Magic Language Bats.
If raindrops were a natural phenomenon, then the fireballs, as dense as rain at that moment, were undoubtedly a world-ending natural disaster, the divine wrath destroying the world.
Boom~
The light arising from the exploding fireballs was even more blinding than the afterglow in the sky.
"Protect his highness and retreat first, I'll draw the enemy's attention!"
Grote looked at the fiery ocean of red, fell into a rage, and the Northern Warriors' horses turned to ash after a round of fiery onslaught.
