All the priests in the stands had already released their magical pets, and all the ranged attackers were holding their weapons in their hands. The valiant Bimon warriors roared in the name of Kampas, angrily snapped off their spearheads and arrow tips, and let out wild roars. For them, the sharp angles of the broken wood were just as deadly.
The stirring battle hymn rose, the horn of battle sounded, and the mages, unable to restrain themselves any longer, came together to create a towering magic storm that swept over the entire city!
Together, the priests' magical pets numbered over ten, and there were also more than ten mages. In terms of both quality and quantity, even the Fairy Dragon and the Seven-Colored Dragon had to hastily elevate their altitude in the sky, withdraw to a distance, and use frantic spinning to defend against this magic intensity. Faced with the elite force of the Bimon Kingdom, withdrawing was the only option—it was not cowardice, but wisdom.
