Enemy of Our Enemy

"Link, what do we do?" Doria's voice was shaking as he spoke. There was no helping it; he was extremely nervous. If not for Link's assistance, he would already have died twice from the previous attacks.

This place was way too scary!　　

"Don't fret. Their assault had ended," Link whispered. Even if it was the work of a magic equipment, based on the mana intensity in the World of Firuman, two consecutive Level-7 spells should be enough to completely deplete their energy.　

Link estimated that the other party probably still held one trump card in their hand. However, this time around, they would not cast it as easily as the first two unless they were sure of securing a kill. Hence, they were safe for now.

Clang! The sound of swords clashing against one another could be heard from the woods in front of them. Occasionally, a strong wave of energy could even be felt. The situation there must be chaotic and heated.