บท 1244: Spoken Like A True Ainsworth

Loud explosions reverberated in the surroundings as the magical bombardment descended upon the Demon Army that had just emerged from the red portal.

Blood flowed like a river, as cry of pain, shock, and anger spread across the battlefield, which was still under heavy bombardment from the Pseudo-Gods that belonged to William's faction, as well as the Drows who were hellbent on unleashing their magical arrows to the Demons who once again dared to conquer their lands.

"Quick Shot War Art Fourth Form…," William held Stormcaller in his hands as tendrils of lightning appeared on the tip of his spear. "Grand Bazooka!"

A lightning infused attack bombarded the center of the Red Portal creating a loud explosion that decimated the corrupted Humans, as well as the Demons, who were still waiting for their turn to enter the portal in the Elun Empire.