The fierce wind whipped through the battlefield, carrying with it the scorched earth that danced across the sky.
All eyes were fixed on the green figure standing with a sword, surrounded by a spiritual aura as clear as morning dew, yet it caused all the demonic aura in the space to quiver.
"Saradine!"
The Elf Princess's eyes shone with intense delight. The emergence of Sarandir meant the completion of the power inheritance and the birth of a new Tier Seven powerhouse among the Elf Race.
"Haha, that's great!"
"Saradine, quickly eliminate them!"
"Morost, you cannot escape now!"
The morale of the elves soared, while the dark elves looked ashen.
Years of planning had ended in a total failure. Anyone would feel immense frustration, and the immediate danger was that a new Tier Seven expert joining the fray instantly disrupted the battlefield's balance.
They were in danger!
"Damn it!!!"
