Upon the grand wasteland near the ocean, two gigantic armies marched out, their roars powerful and full of conviction as they clashed.
Dozens of elemental abities were cast per second as qis of all types met and clashed, creating a chaotic landscape of blood and carnage.
The warriors of the Blood Cult were all seemingly undying and their numbers were also greater but this wasn't all as due to their linking formation, their overall power was beyond what most could fathom.
Their means were brutal and heartless as each and every single warrior seemed to have awakened the blood element.
BANG!
But the warriors of the continent weren't so easily bested.
Under the watchful eye of a certain red eyed youth, flames of green flickered across the battlefield, healing the dying soldiers as arcs of lightning swam through the endless horde of warriors, focusing on anchors of the linking formation to weaken it.
