Boom, boom, boom...
The dense hail of special magic artillery shells fell upon the demon army, spreading thick fog and viscous magical power, blinding the demons' sight and spell detection.
The demon warlocks continuously cast spells to disperse it, but the fog persisted.
Amid the dense black fog, the heads of the green Angels of Death swayed.
On either side of the demon army, an innate battalion charged obliquely, heading straight for the Angel of Death battalion.
Fierce magic energy bombs exploded over the Angel of Death army, depleting the spell shields and forcing the demon warlocks to be too distracted to control.
Zhou Leng, as the final trump card, did not take the lead but hid in the middle of the team.
The innate battalion, like a long spear, easily pierced through the outer demons, rushing close to the Angels of Death, but soon found themselves heavily surrounded by demons, becoming increasingly difficult to advance.
No one retreated, no one feared, no one panicked.
