Chapter: 1944

Tens of highest-grade magic stones created a circle around Rosalyn, who was standing at the center of the magic circle.

Drip.

Rosalyn ignored the blood at the corner of her lips as she started to smile.

�Fire, stretch forth.�

Ooooooo-

A large fire shot out from the magic circle.

A fire that looked as if the sun had descended shot forward.

To be specific, they were heading toward the tens of white light.

�What the�?�

�What the�! Why are they attacking?!�

�It will be destroyed!�

The Flame Dwarves and Bears shouted and noticed the enemies rushing past them and into the air.

Choi Han, the Tigers, and the Whales. They were continuing to move higher up along with the crows and the wind. They continued to head higher up, as if that was the only way to survive.

�� Just what-�

The Flame Dwarves suddenly got the chills and looked down.

The white light and the large fire crashed.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!

The Gorge of Death.

A loud noise that seemed to be orchestrating death echoed in the area.

�Hahahaha! What do you think, young master Cale?�

Rosalyn laughed out loud even with blood on the corners of her lips. She looked toward Cale, who was carrying her and running.

Cale used more of the Sound of the Wind as he pointed behind him.

Rosalyn raised her head to see what was going on.

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