Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The Wasteland Battlefield was falling into the sea as the platforms and bridges collapsed into the water.
Strong waves swept across the place with deafening roars. The water was pouring down like a storm, the strong winds blowing the heavy stones and material into the air. The Battlemages had to stick together and set up huge Barriers with their defensive spells to stand their ground.
Mo Fan, Lingling, and Jiang Shaoxu were watching far away from the battlefield. The Battlemages had pretty much formed a sturdy wall in front of them, but they could still sense how terrifying the storm was.
For a moment, Mo Fan thought the Sea Skeleton King was right under the Wasteland Battlefield. He had assumed it was less than a kilometer away.
The way they sacrifice mages like robot turrets still annoys me after all this time. I suppose if you have endless people...