The flames burned, their sound shifting from an initial whooshing to a fierce crackling roar.
This change in sound signified that the temperature of the flames was continuously rising.
The blood mist that had been pervading the area, upon encountering this extreme heat, instantly vanished like smoke into thin air.
The demons and ghosts, baring their fangs and claws as they leaped from the blood mist, also seemed to have met their bane, being incinerated to ashes within the flames.
Orion stood upon the dragon's back, trident in hand, vigilantly guarding against any potential attacks.
Unfortunately, even by the time Leonidas's flame formation had fully taken shape, there was still no sign of the two Arch Lords.
"Bro, watch closely! Behold the might of my [Fire Dragon Formation]! Hahaha!"
Leonidas roared continuously, the fire elements around his body fluctuating violently; he was in the process of activating a magical formation.
