"You are surrounded!!"
Song Lin's laughter echoed from all directions.
Swords of light, spells, and magic treasures rained down like a torrential storm,
submerging the demons below.
"Good timing!"
Although unsure of the circumstances, seeing the murderer of his son before him filled the Elephant Lord with exhilaration.
He transformed into an elephant-headed man with a massive trunk resembling a pillar reaching the heavens, sweeping toward the crowd.
At the same time, two tusk-spears on his back grew larger with the wind, slicing through the void with unstoppable momentum, aiming straight for Song Lin's vital points.
The tusk-spears were innate magic treasures forged from the Elephant Lord's own tusks,
imbued with unparalleled durability.
As the incoming tusk-spears approached, Song Lin's gaze remained unwavering, devoid of even a hint of fear.
Clang!
