In the next moment, the spear in his hand pierced straight through Charman's body, pinning him directly onto the pillar. The dark red energy poured unceasingly into Charman's body through the wound, which instead of healing immediately, began to spread outward. The dark red energy was tearing apart his body.
"You always crush enemies so easily, but actually have no experience in direct confrontation, do you?"
A cold smile appeared on the attacker's face.
Behind him, the summoning by the Warlord had already completed. Beneath the silver armor was nothing but profound darkness. The contrast between the dark red wings and the golden glow outside the square was intense. The Warlord's giant sword cleaved downward, destroying the entire town hall in an instant.
More hidden followers removed their masks and threw themselves into this battle.
This is the beginning of a transformation, as not long ago, they had received an inspiring piece of news.
