Many seasoned veterans had spent half of their lives in incredible battles and also leading their respective armies to victory for a long time, but such a treacherous battle like this was a first for everyone. These were not ordinary soldiers who were afraid.
Those who fought in these battles, even if they were ready to die, were considered extraordinary warriors within different armies. The effects created by several dozen soldiers facing each other were even more impactful than in other simpler battles.
Thorian immediately concluded in this battle that it was one of the greatest battles he had been in. It was also because he hadn't been interested in using extremely powerful attacks; he wanted his younger soldiers to gain experience in this battle to prepare them.
On the rear battlefield, under Brad's direction, the coalition army members were taking lives from Fire Nation soldiers. In another direction, other generals were successfully leading their troops, exterminating everything in their path.
There were continuous shouts coming from many directions. There were sudden soldiers who attacked without fear of their wounds; others sought to retreat due to painful injuries on their bodies and because they didn't want to die.
Many were not prepared for death, and when it was in front of their eyes, they preferred to step back, surrender, or simply flee without contributing more to the battle.
The older soldiers whom Thorian had trained would now become good generals who were fighting intelligently against the enemies they needed to eliminate.
Many were here not just to leave their mark in history; many were here to fight for a better future. They all shared Thorian's dream and were sure that with a single ruler, the world would be much better.
Minutes passed, and the corpses on the ground became more prevalent; everyone had lost track of what was happening and only focused on taking the life of the man in front of them.
Regardless of their face, purpose, or life, here on a battlefield, what mattered was killing and emerging victorious.
Boom!
In the distance, a gust of wind sent a dozen soldiers flying, and this helped many to eliminate them much faster.
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"You damn White Demon, you will die with me on this battlefield!" Abisal shouted excitedly as his fighting style became increasingly overwhelming.
At that moment, Thorian, who had multiple burns on his face, furrowed his brow at this weary enemy. There was no way to eliminate him without it being a nuisance; in truth, he was focusing on the enemies around him before paying attention to this general.
Seeing that the battle was getting complicated, Thorian used a much more brutal technique: blue flames covered the sky, resembling a dragon that began to move from side to side.
At that moment, Brad immediately ordered a retreat, and ahead of them, the Water Tribe warriors did the same because the next attack would damage them severely.
As everyone moved, countless fireballs fell from the sky like endless meteorites, overwhelming the figures struggling to defend themselves.
Seeing that Abisal still did not die, Thorian suddenly manipulated a powerful lightning bolt.
In the sky and on the earth, the most destructive power was that of lightning.
Thorian used all his energy to fuel that lightning, and in just an instant, the sky began to darken more and more, revealing an apocalyptic scene.
Thorian's eyes gleamed fiercely, and only then did the invaders begin to flee; they all wanted to leave this place because they didn't want to die. But at that moment, Brad, who was vigilant, would not let them go for any reason, and the battle resumed from his end.
"Die!"
With a movement of his hands, lightning gathered around him. Then, with a violent burst and using the most energy he could control, more than a thousand blue lightning bolts fell from the sky.
The force in this tentative attack was actually not weak at all; around a thousand warriors who only wanted to get away instantly turned into pieces of charred corpses. They had all spent a lot of energy, and armor couldn't withstand the power of lightning.
But that result was still not the most shocking; all these lightning bolts moved like serpents and began to fall onto Abisal's body, who only wanted to escape the attacks.
Everyone looked at Thorian in surprise as he hovered in the air; the ice wings on his back fluttered occasionally, keeping him afloat like a god of war.
Under everyone's gaze, Thorian, who was still manipulating an even more powerful lightning bolt in his hands, let out a thunderous roar as he attacked Abisal, who was a formidable warrior.
Towards the end, the lightning that was moving towards its target suddenly turned purple, and it could be said that this attack was unprecedented. From the moment thousands died with the first lightning bolts, only a few could survive.
But the difference was when Thorian focused all his energies on ending this enemy general. And knowing that he had succeeded, Thorian descended like a meteorite, and just to be sure, he severed Abisal's head.
Crack!
At that moment, everyone stopped knowing that the war was over.
Even the desire to kill was subdued; those warriors who were still alive fell to their knees and surrendered.