The Crimson Crane group had struggled fighting against 11 of these mages. Although a lot of that was due to them never fighting these types of opponents before.
Now, with them going up against more than forty of them, they could all tell that it was going to be troubling, more so than they ever imagined.
"Ha, ha, ha!" Kizer started to laugh; he could feel his special sword pulsating with power. The power from the weapon was surging back into him.
One of the traits of his weapon was, after all, the more opponents that he was going against, the stronger it would be.
"Tilon, just protect us for a while, and I'll be sure to wipe these guys out for us in one hit; we'll show them, these freaks, the strength of a Pagna warrior!" Kizer lifted his sword in the air and held it with a single hand.
