The remaining god-level demons landed in the middle of the formation, practically forced to do so by the attacks coming from both flanks.
*GRAAAAAGH!*
With a powerful roar, the largest of the undead dragons managed to flip the ground before it. Zeshion stood still, unperturbed by the attack, and merely smiled in mockery.
"What's wrong? Is that all you can do?"
He even went as far as taunting it, causing the undead dragon to rampage in anger. It ran forward, approaching Zeshion, but it wasn't able to close the distance.
"FIRE!"
At my command, the other tamers, who were gauging their timing, let off various modes of attack. Others let out sword waves, while others fired projectiles. The attacks came from all sides, making the undead dragon unable to block every attack.
