บท 747: Balak's Magical Crystal

The Gordon Demon was lying on the ground. Its slow recovery speed was almost imperceptible. The three impressive Legendary-mages, Andoine, Aldwin, and Rosen, were all pallid. Their hair was in a mess, and they had blood dripping out from the sides of their eyes and nose. Their mana had been compressed to the extreme.

Finally, the deadlock caused by the five Scourged Ankylodons and two Mammoth Behemoths ended. The Magical Domains of the Legendary powerhouses had been compressed to the maximum. The powerful Zago Demons had gained the upper hand in the battle. The elimination of the human team seemed to be really close.

Despair surfaced in the eyes of every man. It did not matter whether they were the superior Legendary-mages or normal Archmages. It did not matter how much determination they'd once had. It was not that they had lost the will to fight, but their knowledge told them that there was no use fighting back anymore.