The forty-five warlocks quickly withdrew and flew towards the Warlock, who shouted. He was from the heart of darkness.
At this moment, he was the direct commander of the battlefield.
He looked at Eli with a calm gaze and said, "You are strong, but you came to the wrong place. If you were like master Sergei, it would be fine, but unfortunately, not every Warlock has the same bloodline and talent as master!
"As warlocks, although we have lost much of the power of the mages, we have also gained something else because of our bloodline.
"that is the connection that our bloodline gave us."
The Warlock had an insolent smile on his face, and his body began to emit moonlight.
The 30 warlocks behind him also extended their hands, and at the same time, moonlight bloomed in the sky. Although it was still daytime, everyone could feel the chill of the moonlight.
