"Roar—!"
Another deep growl echoed.
In Tonglu's keen perception, six auras ranging from Lower Gold to Upper Gold began to swiftly rush towards the Dwarf team, followed by an ocean-like Demon Army.
The strongest aura, likely reaching the Gold pinnacle, locked onto the most powerful Tonglu like a cold snake...
This was absurd.
A Demon Lord with Golden Power could lock onto a warrior with Legendary Power through aura alone...
Yet, this was the suppression brought by the terrain.
It was frustrating, but helpless.
The battle quickly erupted on the periphery.
The Elf Chosen Ones clashed with the Demon Army led by the Demon Lord, and the melee began.
Even in the chaotic environment that obscured vision, the faint cries of shock from the Chosen Ones, their suddenly tightened formation, and the increasingly close laughter and roaring of the Demon Lords all made it clear to everyone that the once favorable situation was rapidly deteriorating.
