In a cruel culmination of their struggle, the demon commander's malevolent mastery reached its zenith. With calculated precision, he orchestrated a sequence of attacks that exploited the warriors' vulnerabilities and brought them to their knees.
Chen Jing, who had once wielded his Ice Queen with regal confidence, found himself ensnared by the shadows as the commander's Abyssal Voidstrike warped the very ice he summoned. The commander's obsidian blade moved with a speed and elegance that belied its wickedness. Chen Jing's every attempt to parry was anticipated, his strikes met with an almost effortless grace. The commander's scythe seemed to weave an intricate web of darkness, each swing pushing Chen Jing back, eroding his defenses, and inflicting wounds that marred his determination.