Back at the battlefield, it was as if a deity had appeared. The monsters swarming the wall were violently swept away by the descending storm. Bolts of lightning zapped almost all monsters at once, directly killing off the cannon fodders, first circle and below.
Although the 2nd circle monsters were resilient enough to survive, they were heavily injured. As for the 3rd circlers and above, it was only a minor damage.
Monster corpses landed on the southern plains in the number of hundreds. The violent wind and lightning had made some beyond unrecognizable.
The terror of this attack finally made the remaining monsters scramble, even if a couple thousand still remained alive.
Bors was indeed worthy of the Storm Holder title. However, this skill had also pretty much destroyed a large portion of the south wall.
"Gah!"
He fell on a rubble, having pretty much exhausted his remaining mana and physical energy.
