However, Olaf's fearless fighting style and Fang Zhou's relentless magical attacks held him back.
By the time Viscount Aatrox leapt out of the battle zone, a large-scale mixed magic cast by the Curse Blood Mage Corps had already been initiated.
All six Golden Tier undead magics centered on Viscount Aatrox, bombarding him from all directions.
Calamity Flying Spear!
Flesh Shackles!
Bone Cage!
Poison Nova!
Wailing of Souls!
Curse of Agony!
The different undead magics shone with different colors intermingling, visible from several mountains away.
At this moment, Landry, who had been closely following Viscount Aatrox, along with his Frost Demon Guards, was already very close to Fang Zhou's battlefield.
Noticing the phenomenon at the peak, Landry gritted his teeth, anxiously urging his exhausted mount forward without rest.
Large-scale magic is indeed large-scale magic.
Faced with such dense and continuous strikes, Viscount Aatrox had no choice but to take it seriously.
