By the time the reinforcements Godking called over arrived, less than 30 of the 100 Gold Wings were still alive.
Nie Yan and his dragons were absolute killing machines, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. The enemies trembled with fear.
When the 200 Gold Wings arrived, Karsi finally took action. He waved his staff, and the magic energy within a several thousand meters radius undulated violently. Lowering his head, he started chanting a cryptic incantation. His voice seemed to pierce through time and space.
“W-what’s going on?”
“I don’t know!”
The players from Fallen Angel knew they were in great danger. However, they were frozen in place with no idea on what to do. This was a strength that couldn’t be resisted.
“L-look over there! Karsi is casting magic!”
“Shit. Everyone, retreat!”
The Gold Wings scattered without hesitation. Stop Karsi? What a joke! Nie Yan would never give them the chance to even get near him! Moreover, they sensed that whatever spell Karsi was casting...