Just when Rosen thought his army couldn't secure victory, he decided not to hide the skill of his Golden Holy Dragon any longer.
A move called Dragon's Wrath was unleashed, instantly spreading like the roar of a lion. Rosen's roar carried an undeniable force, pouring out in all directions.
"This is... a skill!"
"Among enemy lords, someone actually possesses a skill with such a massive range!?"
The Thunder Lord and Qianhuo were stunned; they had never seen a skill that could simultaneously affect the whole battlefield, not even the Twelve-winged Angels could achieve this.
Mind you, the combined armies present numbered over a hundred thousand, covering an immeasurably vast area.
"Wait, what is this skill? Why can't I control my body?" Qianhuo suddenly realized something.
Similarly, the Thunder Lord was restless, eager to attack his own allies.
