The destruction of the bridges and their collapse sent hundreds of demons and monsters plummeting to the bottom of the ravine.
Jagged rocks from the falling structures struck those who attempted to spread their wings and take flight, wounding some and sending them spiralling downward.
As they fell, the humans and elves stationed at the ravine's edge bombarded them with magic of every element they could control.
A few humans and elves were caught in the chaos as well, but compared to the overwhelming number of demons and monsters, their losses were barely noticeable. Besides, the commanders who had ordered the bridges destroyed had already accepted the inevitability of some sacrifices.
Multiple makeshift bridges were torn apart, sending wave after wave of demons and monsters tumbling into the depths.
And as they fell, one of the Grandmaster Realm angels—one of the leaders of the angelic army—grabbed the soldier beside him and spoke.
"Let's use our combination magic on them."
