The battlefield was divided into countless small sections by rigid spikes, with flames burning within.
Everyone was forced to face a clone of the Elderly, although just a clone, its strength was in no way inferior.
And the decayed flesh covering the entire field was fully activated, transforming into numerous arms at the adventurers' foothold, grasping at people. A slight delay in dodging would result in being caught and subsequently dragged into the irretrievable Abyss.
Adventurers with slightly less mobility, like the Giant Gate Bara, were already pulled into the mass of decayed flesh.
The number of adventurers still holding on had dwindled down to single digits.
"Bang—"
The Great Calia descended, as Leon suddenly realized that using Combat Skills with a Magic Attribute against the Elderly dealt less damage than direct physical slashes.
