The explosion of the flashbang was nothing short of apocalyptic for the Dark Elves. They were already exceptionally sensitive to bright light sources, let alone this blinding radiance that even humans couldn't look at directly. For the Dark Elves, it was naturally even more terrifying.
"Aaaaaaaa!!"
The Dark Elf guards screamed miserably, covering their eyes in agony, stumbling backwards. However, in the next moment, a Giant Dragon formed of flames roared and opened its maw, completely consuming them.
Fang Zheng lowered his hood, gripping the Pitch Black Greatsword in his right hand. After eliminating those guards with a backhanded strike, he raised the greatsword again and swung it forcefully at Matriarch Coresa and her priests ahead.
"Boom!!"
The flames erupted once more, surging to engulf the Dark Elves who were conducting the ritual.
"What are you doing!?"
