The massive shockwave violently shoved the Pighead People leader forward.
Unable to figure out what had happened, he could only rely on strength comparable to that of a peak Gold Knight to steady himself first.
Once he had regained his footing, he immediately looked back.
"What's going on?"
But when he turned around, he saw a sight that made his eyes split with rage.
More than twenty meters behind him, a massive crater had appeared in what had been flat ground on a gentle slope over ten meters wide.
With the appearance of that black crater, all of his subordinates within a twenty-meter radius lay sprawled in every direction, their flesh a bloody mess.
He had no idea what had happened.
Such an attack was clearly something only magic could achieve.
Yet he had plainly sensed no magical fluctuations just now.
Just as he was baffled, another deafening explosion suddenly erupted over forty meters away.
A burst of dazzling light and smoke exploded amid the crowd, flipping over every Pighead Person within a range of ten to twenty meters.
Quite a few Pighead People were hurled high into the sky by the tremendous impact, then crashed down the slopes on either side, their deaths gruesome.
"What in the world is going on?" The Pighead People leader clutched his massive axe and continually swept his gaze around, trying to find the mage who had cast the spell.
After all, those blasted into bloody pulp and flung away had all been elites from his Black Rock Stronghold. Every single death was enough to make his heart ache.
Yet no matter how he searched, he could not find the true culprit.
Just as his anxiety turned his eyes crimson, the explosions erupted again.
Another three explosions went off sixty meters away, eighty meters