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But how could Huo Ling possibly give these Saint Domain fighters a chance to escape?

If he had been nowhere near the battlefield, that would have been one thing. But he was right here watching. If anyone could escape from the hands of a legendary mage, that would be the greatest joke under heaven.

Huo Ling traced runes and directly unleashed negative spells upon the enemies trying to flee.

Empowered by legendary mana, even Saint Domain-grade negative spells were difficult for these Saint Domain enemies to resist.

Once hit by one, they basically lost at least half their combat strength.

Forget about escaping—with the pursuing Saint Domain undead attacking them, they would not hold out for long before dying.

The battle between the powerful figures in the sky also tugged at the hearts of the tribal coalition soldiers below.

Already struggling to withstand the goblin soldiers' advance, the coalition watched their own powerful fighters fall into a disadvantage in the sky, and their morale plummeted at once.

A Silver-tier goblin combat battalion, led by its officers, launched a direct assault and shattered the scattered enemy line before them.

Then they charged in from the flank, cutting toward the enemy. Across the entire battlefield, no foe could withstand them.

A Gold-tier boarfolk warrior wore thick enchanted armor. Coupled with his naturally tough hide, it made him a formidable heavy infantry warrior.

On any other battlefield, such a heavily armored warrior could have become a bloody meat grinder, a powerful force for breaking fortifications and smashing enemy formations.

But once he was surrounded by Silver-tier goblin soldiers, his fate had already been sealed.

These goblin warriors had been thoroughly brainwashed. They feared neither life nor death. Twenty or thirty Silver-tier warriors worked together, surrounding the powerful boarfolk heavy infantry warrior in the