"Leon, you’re in deep trouble now. The Revenge Battle Song—damn, these lunatics really aren’t holding back…"
With that, Anderson shrank back into the Wheel of All Magic, leaving the fight entirely to Leon Merlin.
Leon Merlin’s face was grim; he knew he was in serious trouble now…
Immediately, the Orc Seer dissolved into radiant light. But at the very last moment before he vanished, his battle song was completed.
But instead of attacking right away, the seventeen orc heroic spirits formed a circle, trapping Leon Merlin in the deepest part of the corridor.
Leon Merlin watched the seventeen orc heroic spirits behind him, his expression grave. These were former orc heroes—all with a remarkable grasp of combat.
Once the spell succeeded, twelve wind-fire vortexes appeared above Leon Merlin’s head. Endless mixed spells of hurricane and flame surged out, all aimed at the Orc Seer.
The wild spells poured down—this was Leon Merlin at his strongest. Twelve wind-fire vortexes, each spewing one hundred and fifty spells per second. The hurricane and flame spells fused together, boosting their power by at least half a rank.
In this situation, even a level thirty-nine defense specialist might not withstand it—let alone the Orc Seer, who wasn’t built for direct combat.
Anderson quietly poked his head out from the Wheel of All Magic, staring at the scene in stunned disbelief.