Not only the demi-humans at Yewen Pond were dumbfounded.
The mercenaries gathered at the shore were even more stupefied.
Their trump card against the treants couldn't be played.
And those treants were standing still. Were they expected to attack through the vines covering the ground?
At this time, a Dog Demon had already carried Zalanda to the outskirts of the battlefield.
Zalanda glanced at the skies, assessing the warfare unfolding above, and then at the chaos on the ground.
Zalanda hoisted the Path of War in hand and turned to a certain page, muttering an incantation. With the Path of War as the focal point, a terrifying magic power began to converge.
A dark cloud formed out of nowhere, quickly clustering over the heads of the mercenaries at a visible speed.
"What's happening? Why has a dark cloud suddenly appeared?"
"A normal cloud wouldn't be hovering so low."
"Such a terrifying magic power, this is no ordinary cloud, it's a spell."
