As the pitch-black storm grew fiercer, the air around the battlefield turned dark, and the two flagships were being drawn into the whirlpool. Even Nightdemon and Wilbow were unsteady on their feet. 

Fortunately, the allied forces had already evacuated, or they too would have been sucked into the mess.

The black spirits, so numerous they looked like ants, were torn and shredded apart by the force of the whirlpool.

Shielded by a truly massive quantity of the world's energy, the death spirit king survived the otherwise deadly impact. His spiritflame shield grew even dimmer, reduced in quantity and quality.

"Keep going!" The death spirit king charged forward once again.

As though he just understood something, Nightdemon called out, "Be...