At Inald's command, eight Holy Seal Rank powerhouses rose into the air and charged toward the enemy forces several kilometers away.
"Master Barrett, Master Michael Yang, Master Yarlin, I'll leave it to you."
"Just a small matter." Barrett replied with a smile, confidence flashing in his eyes.
"It is our duty." Michael Yang responded without hesitation, his expression solemn and focused.
"Lord Kyle, leave it to us." Yarlin added calmly.
The three Soul Intent Mid-Tier Arcanists flashed to the front of the formation. Barrett cast a secret technique, sealing the space as a mysterious power enveloped the entire battlefield.
The next moment, the three Arcane Masters and eight Holy Seal powerhouses vanished from before the formation, pulled into a foreign space temporarily constructed by Barrett.
"Continue."
At the command, five Holy Seal professionals rushed out from the city walls.
With a thought, Kyle released the Red Dragon Kolkrath.
The dozing Red Dragon opened his eyes. Seeing the five Holy Seal professionals charging straight at him, he could not help widening his eyes.
"Kolkrath, win and there'll be a reward. Lose and I'll carve off your flesh."
The moment he heard that he might have to pay out of his own pocket, Kolkrath roared and charged forward.
The shockwaves from their clash spread outward. Kyle extended both hands and erected a barrier before the formation, blocking the aftermath of the battle.
Before he knew it, Kolkrath had fallen into a five-on-one beating.
A mid-tier Holy Seal Storm Knight, a mid-tier Holy Seal Storm Priest, and three Low-Ranked Holy Seal warriors made Kolkrath recall the times he had been beaten in the past.
The last time this happened was the last time. If he had not decisively abandoned his followers, they would have torn out his heart and guts.
"What a piece