60 seconds earlier...
More than 4 kilometers east of the lava golem, the battlefield had already descended into complete madness as Percival, the leader of the Church of Doom and Commander Gareth, relentlessly attacked the five-tailed scarlet leopard from two different directions.
With them working together, their movements flowed together with such frightening precision that one would think the two men had trained side by side for decades instead of being temporary allies born from mutual desperation.
Both Gareth and Percival were furious.
Not ordinary anger.
Not the kind that fades after battle.
This was the rage of men who had watched every single companion under them get slaughtered one after another, while even the corpses were taken away like spoils of war.
A little while earlier, the two of them had successfully intercepted this expert while he was moving toward the battlefield.
Or at least...
That was what they believed.
