The next day.
At noon.
On the battlefield, powerful spells, attacks, and magical barriers came and went, the environment seemed quite chaotic, and the Presial kingdom's army camp had even been relocated 1,000 meters further back.
More than a battlefield, it resembled a fantasy realm in which spells, concentrated aura attacks, and magical barriers emerged all at once in a turbulent chaos in which only the most skilled soldiers from each army could survive.
Marzon's halberd cut through the spells, scattering them, stopping the attacks, and breaking the barriers.
Another who kept up his efforts, despite his tired face, was Absab, who fought in a similar way to his master.
The strongest imperial sub-commanders did not dare to attack the strongest enemies recklessly, because whenever the imperial soldiers tried, the demons acted.
"They are hunting us. Hunting the high-ranking ones," was Commander Davis' warning after observing and leading the war.
