A day later.
Standing amid a million-strong demon horde.
Miska looked at the distant sky, at that enormous mass of dark clouds splitting apart.
Although wild winds howled all around him.
Countless demons were blown away, then slammed viciously onto the ground and miserably smashed into meat patties.
Miska's face was still filled with a bloodthirsty grin.
"Ha ha ha..."
"Aikua, I'll pierce your core and scorch you with flames for ten thousand years..."
The moment he finished speaking, he impatiently drew the massive scimitar hanging from his waist and roared:
"Now!"
"Charge, all troops!!"
"Don't give them another chance to gather thunderclouds!!"
With that, he threw a punch, blasting a demon blown toward him by the gale into a mist of blood.
Without caring in the slightest that bits of flesh had splattered onto him, he charged straight ahead!
With his huge, spider-like multi-legged lower body working in unison.
His speed was utterly terrifying.
Even though he was not in the Abyss and his strength was inevitably restricted.
He was still as fast as black lightning.
When he began his charge, the airflow alone ripped the weaker demons around him into fragments that filled the sky.
Even a race like Wind Elements, which did not need vision to track their opponents, could barely observe his movements. They could only sense danger rapidly approaching.
And following his charge and roar.
The Demon Legion, which had been beaten mercilessly by the Wind Elemental Legion for half a day due to its geographical disadvantage, surged forth amid excited cheers like vicious dogs released from their cages, impatiently charging toward the distant city!
It was also at this moment.
Under the combined spellcasting of the Wind Elements, a large-scale war spell was unleashed!
Hundreds of millions of bolts of lightning flew out from