Chapitre 2661: Falling Apart (Part 1)

"Please, you and that Dragon are pathetic one-trick ponies. You can't do squat from a distance and the other one is useless in close-quarters combat." M'Rael said to the Void.

One brief moment of distraction was all it took to make the delicate balance of the fight collapse.

When Morok stopped in mid-air to turn around and dart toward Ajatar, he became a fixed target long enough to also be easy prey.

The arrows coming at his back exploded before hitting their mark thanks to the elemental stream coming from his V-shaped bones, but the resulting explosion sent him spinning like a top.

The following volley of arrows reached its target, piercing and sticking to his armor until he looked like a porcupine. The tier five spells they were imbued with kicked the Tyrant off the sky, filling the air with a mist comprised of his own flesh and blood.