The Holy Human Race's Knight Commander Reynold drew the broadsword from his back.
Ellari merely raised a slender, pale finger with elegance.
Battle between the two sides was imminent.
Muradin swung his axe, and the savage blast of wind cleaved a Winged Demon in half from head to toe, spraying black blood across the sky.
Reynolds swept his broadsword across, and holy light burst forth, purifying three Winged Demons on the spot.
Ellari's fingertip moved slightly.
Countless condensed metal particles shot forward like dark clouds, instantly piercing several demons into a puddle of minced flesh.
Within a few short breaths, the attacking monsters had been slaughtered to the last.
It had taken no effort at all.
The eight experts slowly descended, their powerful domains instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.
In the sky and on the ground alike, every Demon Clan unit's movements grew sluggish at that moment.
The madness and bloodlust in their eyes rapidly faded, replaced by terror from the depths of their souls.
Their will to fight plummeted!
Without experts of the same order to oppose them, the domains of eight Seventh-Order Experts were utterly overwhelming.
The Elf Queen began casting. With a sweep of her scepter, countless black dots appeared in the sky. Metal particles hung like motionless raindrops, then shot downward.
"Roar!!!"
For a kilometer around, the demons howled and screamed without end.
They had no power to fight back!
The group cleared away the surrounding demons as they went, finally reaching their destination.
Ryze hovered before an irregular wormhole hundreds of meters long.
Ripples spread through the space around the wormhole.
He looked back and nodded lightly to the other seven.
Everyone understood.
Seven figures instantly scattered, forming a perfect Guardian Formation around Ryze.
Muradin rested the Giant Axe on his shoulder, his sharp gaze