Zerin moved through the battlefield like a phantom, appearing and disappearing between the shadows cast by the goblins. Although she was furious, there was nothing she could do other than carry out the orders.
Her eyes were incredibly glacial, scanning all the goblins around her. Most of the goblins were high-level, non-evolved creatures at level twenty or higher, very close to evolving.
If they were evolved goblins, the situation might have been a little difficult, but for the current situation, Zerin had the confidence.
With her eyes narrowing to slits, she murmured under her breath, "Come forth, my minions!"
As soon as she finished speaking, an invisible wave of mana was sent spiralling outward, cold and chilling. Wherever that ripple passed by, everyone's shadows seemed to come to life.
Tens of goblins were pierced by their own shadows and died instantly.
