The Raid 8

The walls crawling with Nightwalkers were a few miles away from the ground they were battling on. Still, from a considerable distance, the acolytes could see thousands of figures jumping down like terrifying locusts.

It was impossible for them not to recognize those creatures, as they were indeed the same ones they had been forced to fight the last few days.

"Die, all of you! None of you are leaving this place alive!" the dark elf magus shouted with a maniacal laugh.

The next moment, his laughter abruptly stopped as Emery landed his finishing strike, leaving the crazily grinning face detached from its body and rolling on the ground.