"Capture the ringleader first." The one-eyed Chrysos Heir, wearing an eyepatch over his blind eye, spoke in a deep voice:
"Since ordinary soldiers cannot get close, we shall face her ourselves."
"As long as we restrain or kill this woman, Okhema's walls will not be impossible to breach while part of the allied army's main force remains."
He glanced at Elder Ladon.
"Everyone, steady the troops and regroup."
"She is merely a somewhat capable Chrysos Heir. Nothing more."
Elder Ladon took a deep breath and nodded.
"Good! We'll be counting on you!"
The one-eyed man said no more and exchanged a look with his other two companions.
The three of them shouted at once, and dark golden light suddenly flared around their bodies, as though furnaces were burning within them.
The bloodline of the Chrysos Heirs was enough to resist the erosion of negative effects to a certain extent.
"Attack!"
The three passed through the main force and charged straight at the still-advancing Castorice.
The one-eyed man took the lead. Rather than charging directly into Castorice's domain, he raced around its edge, trying to find an opening.
Blinding lightning gathered around his right fist, accompanied by a faint rumble of thunder.
The tall, blue-haired female Chrysos Heir to his left held her hands in the air.
Moisture in the air rapidly condensed into dozens of crystalline ice spikes, which shot toward Castorice like a torrential downpour with piercing whistles.
The burly, glaring man on the right let out a low roar.
He stomped hard on the ground, sending a visible yellow-brown shockwave rolling along the earth toward Castorice like a wave.
Seeing this, Elder Ladon clenched his fists as hope rekindled in his eyes.
"Good! Let's see how you deal with this!"
Faced with this coordinated assault, the faintest ripple