Energy crackled around Damien in a storm of mana.
He didn't need to look to know Lieutenant Zhao Lin was releasing lightning bolts—he could feel the shift in the air, hear the sharp snap of voltage, and see the flashes on the edge of his vision as swarms of wasps dropped from the sky, twitching.
The ground trembled as Zhou Feng stomped down, sending a surge of earth energy rippling beneath the beetles before jagged spikes erupted upward, impaling them mid-charge.
Beside that, the heat from Wang Yu's fire spells licked at Damien's skin, precise bursts that turned spider webs to ash and cooked the oversized arachnids where they clung.
None of it distracted him.
His eyes stayed locked on the tide of beasts approaching through the underbrush. He exhaled slowly. His death energy flowed out like silk through a needle, slicing with purpose. One by one, creatures collapsed, their vital points severed with no wasted movement, no wasted mana.
