Watching the Soul Intent High-level Black Asia Orc fly straight toward the Floating Fleet, a Soul Intent High-level fire Spellcaster rolled up his sleeves and said, "Leave this one to me. None of you are allowed to fight me for it."
With that, he leaped directly off the Floating Ship.
Seeing him jump down, the other eager Spellcasters showed a trace of disappointment in their eyes.
As he flew downward, the mage's staff in his hand rapidly expanded, reaching thirteen meters in length in mere moments.
Gripping the tip of the staff with both hands, he first launched a fireball ten meters in diameter, then followed behind it, swinging the staff in preparation to attack.
Seeing his opponent, Abart snorted coldly, drew his Bone Sword, and slashed out, shattering the fireball.
"Black brat, let me see what you can do."
As soon as he spoke, the Soul Intent High-level fire Spellcaster swung his enormous staff down at Abart.
The Bone Sword and staff collided, unleashing an immense force in every direction.
Feeling the force traveling through his hands, the Soul Intent High-level fire Spellcaster inwardly realized things were bad. He seemed unable to defeat his opponent, but since he had already stepped forward, retreat was no longer an option.
Besides, if he encountered danger, the others would not simply stand by.
At the front of the Floating Ship, Ignis stood with his hands behind his back. As he looked at the Bone Sword in the Soul Intent High-level Black Asia Orc's hand, a trace of reminiscence flashed through his eyes.
On the ground, countless Black Asia Orcs began fleeing in all directions.
With the command system collapsed, aside from a small number of Black Asia Orc Elite Forces still carrying out the order of the Thirteenth Legion's commander, Abart, to