On the ground, the two forces were still fighting.
In the corner of the battlefield.
The flames flowed like a large river. The scorching flames wrapped around Woox's body like a gorgeous flaming cloak. The staff in his hand emitted a pressure that seemed to have substance.
Nikola's body was spread open like a flag.
Countless spirits of the dead were wandering around, making undead sounds that would make ordinary warlocks go crazy. They also provided Nikola with resources to resist Woox's attack!
"Nikola, you're very strong, but it's a pity that flames can restrain the undead!" as Woox fought against Nikola, he waved his staff, and a long flame cut through the air, smashing toward Nikola.
The flames swept through the air, but Nikola waved his hand.
A wall of undead had already appeared, and they turned into ashes. However, Woox's attack had also been blocked!
The flames disappeared along with the wall of the undead.
