Insber's blow — strong enough to crush mountains — was forcibly intercepted by the defensive line forged by the combined might of the Mountain Shieldbearers.
In that fleeting moment of resistance, 1,400 Doomsday Warriors had already completed their encirclement, forming a tightening ring of death.
Meanwhile, the Elemental Assassins, like phantoms melting into the void, scattered through every shadow of the battlefield. They hunted for the most lethal angles of attack, swearing to pin down the peak master rank elder of the Violet Rose Institute.
"Damn tin cans!"Insber cursed under his breath, irritation and panic intertwining in his chest.
He brought his hands together — fingers weaving rapidly, tracing ancient sigils through the air.
From the motion of his fingertips, dark violet light spread outward, coalescing into a vast circular spell formation above his head.
