The group led by Wu Lun was dumbfounded. How come they hadn't encountered such an attack before?
A vague suspicion began to form in their minds. Could it be that what Ji Chen had shown earlier wasn't his full power?
Spells with blue-glowing arrows continuously emerged from the mist.
The grassy area, only a few hundred meters wide, was bombarded by spells like the Normandy landing, with magical arrows falling like raindrops and exploding with frenzied energy upon impact.
A Minotaur warrior and a Blood Wolf were blown to pieces on their charge, rising into the air amidst the dust and debris.
In the brief moment of shock, casualties began to mount.
Zunong's face grew darker. He hadn't expected Ji Chen to have such firepower. Even the Minotaur warriors couldn't withstand this kind of magical bombardment. But he also knew that they couldn't stop now.