Chapter 219
"Ready?" Grey asked, his voice carrying a calm ferocity. Everyone around him nodded with silent resolve. "Then let's join the fray."
A hundred razor-sharp wind blades shimmered into existence above Grey, slicing through the air like ghostly sabers.
Beside him, Lyra—riding atop her wind dragon—summoned two hundred more, the sky above darkening with swirling blades of death. The others crouched, primed to pounce.
"Destroy," Jack commanded coldly.
"Obliterate them," Grey added with a smirk, his eyes gleaming.
Then chaos erupted.
A storm of spells rained from the sky, crashing into the ranks of the undead.
Dante's fifty earth spears launched upward, and in a blinding instant, multiple explosions shattered the battlefield, dirt and debris flying in all directions.
An ogre roared, swinging its massive sword and deflecting an earth spear with brute force—only for a wind blade to whistle through the air and cleave its head clean off.