The battlefield on the north side of the canyon was enveloped in a whirlwind of destruction.
Pillars of light burst forth from the ground, dragons made entirely of mana wreaked havoc among the devil worshippers, space distorted and swallowed those who couldn't avoid its grasp, and arcs of lightning incinerated those who were left behind.
In the middle of it all, Damien and Long Chen stood only a few meters apart, circling each other and attacking relentlessly without interfering with each other's momentum.
From the way they were fighting together, it would seem as if they had been doing so for years. Not one person would guess that this level of synergy was born from only a handful of spars against each other.
Seeing how terrifying their prowess was, many more devil worshippers ram towards them to help their suffering comrades out of such a perilous situation, but to no avail.
