The azure sky above the South Outpost had completely changed color into one that of a holocaust as violent hurricanes collided with blazing fire capable of scorching the earth.
At this moment, several tornadoes had formed and roamed the land, giving out powerful gusts of wind that were enough to terrify the horde of thousands of orcs to turn around and run back towards the Wasteland.
Two figures, the embodiment of a whirlwind fire against dark flame, blasted at each other with untold ferocity. Their earth-shattering, heaven-shaking clash lasted for a few minutes before it eventually ended with the figure of a female dark elf crashing down to the desert like a meteor.
The other figure, a middle-aged man, could still be seen hovering in the sky. He remained there for a seconds before descending as well. Their fight resumed promptly even having changed their battlefield.
