The dark magician army that entered the Holy Evil Battlefield this time could not be described as anything other than formidable. They were undoubtedly the cream of the crop. To reach such a level of cultivation at their age could not be merely described as genius, it also implied a Dantean myriad of hard training afterwards. And yet, even so, when middle-level super killing skills exposed their tusks, they couldn't escape the fate of obliteration. When the last dark mage was engulfed within the metallic storm, the entire storm took on a faint red hue — a transformation resulting from the infusion of the dark magicians' flesh and blood.