Edgar once again looked towards the battlefield.
The magic professors, accompanied by soldiers whose combat power was insufficient, were charging up their prepared explosive magic, ready to be unleashed; the Fran Undead Team, each possessing a King's Soul, was rampaging through the Demon Clan's army with unstoppable force; the arrows shot from who knows where by Left Bow were even capable of shattering the skulls of giant beasts...
"You forced me to do this."
Edgar formed a Dharma Seal with his hands, chanting a few lines, and when he opened his eyes again, they were completely black, seemingly establishing a connection with every Demon Clan member present.
In the next moment, the battlefield underwent a sudden transformation.
Every Demon Clan member's body shook violently, followed by the appearance of a second version of themselves.
"What is that?"
The transformation happened so swiftly that by the time people could react, it was too late to stop it.
