"Here..." At the edge of the battlefield, a figure draped in a black cloak stood amid the site of the recent battle. He reached out and lightly brushed the elemental turbulence streaking through the air, and the soul fire in his eyes suddenly flickered several times.
"A Grand Forbidden Spell! Who did these Eastern Yi offend? The Lagrange Kingdom actually threw out a Grand Forbidden Spell?" The newcomer was somewhat speechless. After all, this was no common thing. In recent years, only the Northern Territory had seen a Forbidden Spell War. Elsewhere, let alone a Grand Forbidden Spell, even ordinary Forbidden Spells were rarely seen!
"Clack! Clack!" A fleshless skeleton staggered toward him. Through its tattered armor, one could barely recognize it as Luowaku, commander of this Eastern Yi Chariot People vanguard. At that moment, he waved his broken sword and lurched toward the black-robed figure.
"Shing!" A silver sword flash streaked past. Before the skeletal Luowaku could react, spatial severance had already split him cleanly in two from the middle.
"Crack!" A pile of bones, no longer bound by a soul, scattered across the ground.
"Were several thousand people worth a Grand Forbidden Spell?" The newcomer lifted his hood, revealing a face beneath a vicious helmet. Crimson soul fire danced in his eyes. Clearly, the Nazgûl's decayed brain had yet to process it. Were random nobodies now worth blasting away with a Grand Forbidden Spell? Had Grand Forbidden Spells become so extravagant that they were used on cannon fodder?
"The Lagrange vanguard actually has no High-Tier Professionals? Are they that confident?" After examining the traces on the battlefield, the observing Nazgûl turned his gaze toward the Lagrange camp on the opposite bank. After sensing it carefully, he discovered that there truly were no High-Tier Professionals present. This sent his