"Mages! Cast spells and break the shield! Shield Guards! Form ranks and block the Demons! Archers! Suppressive fire!"
At the entrance to the Abyss Camp, Qin Feng commanded in a deep voice, his instructions clear and decisive, instantly stabilizing the pace of the counterattack.
"Yes!"
The Mages stepped forward in unison, the Magic Staffs in their hands flaring with light as streams of sacred Fireballs and bolts of Purifying lightning shot toward the miasma barrier.
"BOOM!"
The Fireballs and lightning slammed into the barrier, producing a deafening boom. The black miasma roiled violently, and cracks instantly spiderwebbed across its surface.
