He instantly unleashed another (Sever the Line) skill, but this time the arc was wider.
Swoosh!
Another thin but longer streak was carved across the battlefield horizontally.
Another few dozen 4th Rank Lizardmen were cut apart in an instant even after trying to block the terrifying attack all together.
In less than ten breaths, half the 4th Rank Lizardmen had been killed just like that.
Old Ni calmly drank another 5th Rank Mana Potion.
He then planted his sword into the ground, hands resting on the hilt as his Sword Domain still enveloped the battlefield.
"This battle…" He said calmly, voice carrying authoritative force, "It will be decided by the nine 5th Ranks from each side."
His eyes swept across the surviving 4th Ranks. "If these weaklings dare to interfere, I will wipe them out."
The Lizardmen leader's expression darkened.
Old Ni chuckled faintly. "Don't worry. I won't join unless these weaklings dare to join in the fun."
The insult was blatant.
