On a barren field filled with potholes, a dozen figures flickered in and out of existence.
Their speed was beyond what a naked eye could capture.
Even a low awakener would only see blurry shadows and…ice!
Ice arrows. Ice shields. Ice spears.
After every couple of seconds, a blurry silhouette would be blasted away revealing itself to be either an Abyssal or an Astor Clan member.
There were more than seven corpses on the ground. Two of them emitted the aura of Level 6 whilst the rest were of Level 5.
As the silhouettes left behind their after images and clashed, ground caved in and shockwaves swept in all directions.
Due to the shockwaves, the gravel shot out at an insane speed. The sheer force in those little rocks was enough to kill any low level awakeners in the vicinity.
Fortunately or unfortunately, there were none.
