Frick and the Evil God Worshippers were in a heated fight with Doran's Nigel Knight Order and the Elvish Warriors.

Frick stretched out his hand.

Jaila's Flames of Eternal Suffering!

A giant, 4 meter wide scarlet fireball flew from his hand.

Doran quickly swung his Spirit's Sword.

Mother Nature's Aura!

Boom!

The two respective energies clashed head-on, resulting in a shockwave that spread in every direction.

Frick raised his head and stared at Razul. "Haha, Razul. You heard the great Jaila's voice, didn't you? You've become one of our brothers." Frick welcomed him.

"That's right. I serve Lord Jaila now." Razul nodded his head.

"Razul!" A furious voice resounded throughout the battlefield. The voice belonged to Doran!

Razul was his mortal enemy, the one who burnt his people's village to the ground! He swung the Spirit's Sword, aiming for Razul's neck.

"Hmph." Razul swung his scimitar in turn. The power of annihilation spread outwards.

Doran quickly borrowed the spirits' power to create a shield.

However, the power of annihilation too easily shred through the barrier. No, it completely destroyed...