The female chief of the Lightning Hawk presses her hands together. She moves her mana around. The black sky roars in response as countless lightning strikes hit the Ghost army. Sending the Ghost back to their rightful place in the underworld.
Mors dodges some of the lightning strikes that headed his way with careful dance-like steps. The chief started to separate her hands with force. A large blue color lightning bolt started to form between her palms. The hawks behind her charge at the enemy with their spears.
She aims her arms at the sky. The sky roars in anger and excitement. The black clouds started to move toward her. The mana started to enter her body at a rapid state.
Mors cuts up a hawk that landed in front of him. His clones were dealing with as many hawks as they could. But even then, a lot of ghosts started to die and return to the underworld. Not an outcome for them, after all, that is what they wanted.
"Catox! Fight without constraints!"
"My Lord!"
"Don't worry about me! I can survive! Just take down as many of these bird bastards as you can!"
"As you command my lord! You all heard Second Death! Kill them all and return to the underworld!"
Catox said to the remaining Ghost as he started to fight like a madman. Cutting heads and wings with brutal efficiency. Mors also dealt with the Hawks with efficiency. He was slowly building up the music of this battlefield. The grand orchestra has become even more grandiose.
The bodies join the battle, the large the chorus. The more attacks happening, the better the instruments. Only Mors could control and make this music. His Qi was around 45 percent. He must make count every single bit.
In the sky, the figure of the female chief could no longer be seen. For the dark clouds have completely covered her. Within the cloud, she control the flowing mana to the best she could. Her muscles became dense. Her skin becomes bright blue. Her hair becomes lightning.
Her clothing transforms into beautiful lamellar-style armor. A halberd of great size appears in her hands. Her eyes widen and shine with magic as she screams at the top of her lungs. A mana shock wave emanates from her and disperses all of the black clouds.
What now stood in the sky was a heavy armor female hawk. Her pair of wings become bright blue and infused with lightning. She spins her halberd in her hand as she spoke.
"Today you should know the reason why they call me Shesha. Heaven's executioner! Hero of Exroc Massacre!" Lady of Gem Hill!"
"I with the power bestowed on me by my people, magic, and the Great Heaven Mandate. I sentence you to die by wrathful lightning!"
Shesha said as appeared in front of Mors.
'Sh-'
Mors could not even curse in his own mind before getting hit by the lightning halberd. Mors flew through the battlefield. Hitting multiple allies and enemies on his way to crash against a tree. His organs bleed, his bones break, and his muscles become bruised.
He could feel danger coming. He stands up as he makes countless copies stacked on top of his body. His stats increase and he could see. The faint image of the incoming blow. Mors position his sword and block the attack with all of his force.
Lightning jumps from the halberd and enters his body. His organs and muscles started to cook from the inside out. The taste of iron enters his mouth. His brain becomes clouded. Mors bites his lips as he fights against the halberd. Enchanting his legs with Qi and keeping his spot.
Shesha stops the attack as she retreats the halberd. She moves mana to her arms as she gets ready to attack Mors once again.
'If only Zhihui was here'
Mors could not help but look at the upcoming attack with unfocused eyes. The ghosts were slowly falling one by one. The number of enemies did not decrease as fast as his troops.
"Any last words other worlder?"
The music of the battlefield became quiet. The soft strings echo in Mor's ears. The chorus became soft and quiet. Hopeless even. The hero was about to be defeated.
"This is not the first symphony"
"Uh?"
"This is the second symphony"
Mors felt his Qi gets eaten rapidly as he swings his sword at light speed. The sound of flesh being cut echoes on the battlefield. A blue arm fell down. Blood did not come out. The music became heroic once again.
Mors looks now at the one arm Shesha. She is bewildered by what just happened. But before she could react, a punch landed on her face and she takes a few steps backward. She looks at Mors, he was still heavily damaged. A few more hits and he will die. But she is in a similar situation now.
Fighting with one arm is not ideal. The toll of using such high-level magic is catching up to her. She needs to end this battle as fast as possible before she loses more mana!
"Not going to happen!"
Mors rushes towards Shesha and he started to attack her with a fury of attacks. Wounding her body and putting her on the retreat.
"I learn a thing or two from fighting those two guys. Your magic is very strong. But it also takes a toll on your body. Whenever I cut them up, they started to lose strength"
Shesha blocks a sword attack as best as she could. Her and Mors face inches away.
"Die you other worlder!"
A nearby hawk group charges at Mors. But they were promptly dealt with by Mors copies. Shesha clicks her tongue as she kicks Mors away. Giving her breathing room to control her mana.
"Oh no you don't!"
"Protect the chief!"
A group of hawks gets in Mor's way. They didn't even last a second as he cuts them up with elegant movements.
"Surround him!"
It seems at one point Mors was left alone. His Ghost have all died. A bittersweet smile decorated his face.
"Good job you bastards. But I would have liked it if you took out a bit more"
Mors summons countless copies of himself to deal with the Hawks. He pushes through the piles of bodies and the rain of blood. But it was too late. As for what stood in front of him now was a Shesha with a new lightning arm. She felt a bit weaker than before.
Her breathing was heavy, and her face was dark. Her skin was becoming a darker shade of blue.
"LET'S END THIS!"