"Hahaha! Look at the esteemed Lord of the City, peeing on the ground in broad daylight!"
From high above, Morgana witnessed the scene of Yvette being electrocuted and losing control, prompting her to burst into loud laughter.
Amidst Morgana's satisfied and maniacal laughter, Yvette's delicate body wavered, almost collapsing. Her disheveled long hair stuck to her cheeks and bare back, while remnants of warm urine crawled down her inner thighs in embarrassment.
"Lord of the City!"
Despair was written on the faces of the remaining soldiers still engaged in battle.
"Tempest Blade!"
Just as the Steele City gates were on the verge of falling, a magnetic voice abruptly sounded.
Accompanied by a mystical incantation, countless green wind blades shot out from all directions, tearing dozens of orc-like creatures on the city walls to pieces.
"Fireball!"
Following that, fireballs flew out like cannonballs, bombarding the airborne insects and reducing them to ashes.