In the sky above, the gray clouds continued to drift slowly. The faint golden light shining down was enough to illuminate the area below. The atmosphere all over the battlefield was tense. The fighting spirits of the soldiers had died along with their king. Once standing arrogantly with their heads held high, they now cast their eyes down gloomily. The mighty army was now unavoidably the defeated one. Some of them might be angered by the king’s death, but who would dare to take vengeance on a king mage? They’d witnessed firsthand how Arias could kill without even hesitating. The young man’s decisiveness made them too scared to resist.