With each passing second, Atlas and his unit were moving towards the northern region of the black market, the drug and slave trade zone.
The burning marketplaces around, the dark smoke rising every second and disappearing in a spell, the screams echoing around and the bodies of devil worshippers falling to the ground were visible to the naked eye.
They were moving cautiously, but at that moment, Atlas noticed three people coming towards them. Just by looking at them, he could see that they were sorcerers with three magic rings.
So, not even choosing to give his troop any work, he instantly cast body strengthening spells on himself and then sent his aura through his legs and charged forward.
