The next moment he was gone.
Virtil's pupils contracted.
Danger.
An instinctive warning erupted inside his mind.
The old knight immediately scanned the battlefield.
Yet he couldn't find him.
Where?
Then suddenly—
Rip.
Space behind the falling Mhazul tore open like paper.
A black crack appeared in midair. Zurrak casually stepped out of it.
The battlefield froze.
Many human experts felt chills run down their spines.
What kind of ability was that?
Even Virtil's expression became grave.
He had sensed absolutely nothing.
Zurrak grabbed Mhazul by the shoulder before he could crash into the ground.
Then another spatial tear appeared.
Rip.
Both vanished instantly. The entire process lasted less than a second.
Silence spread across the battlefield.
Several human generals exchanged uneasy looks.
The enemy army possessed too many monsters.
Too many unknown monsters. And every one of them seemed terrifying.
Moments later...
