In the surrounding [Scorching Temperature Domain], when these fishmen, who had always lived in water, stepped in, the searing heat that charred even their scales had already reduced their combat ability by more than half.
The [Scale Fire Saber] enveloped in flames was like a farmer's sickle in a field, sweeping through the air, leaving a swath of blood and severed limbs.
Without the threat of distant spellcasters, Lorin was able to fight freely.
Three minutes? Or maybe five?
It didn't even require any more assistance from Hai Yin in the sky. Amidst the howling of wolves and the sizzling sound of moisture being evaporated in the air, the beach was silent of fishmen.
Necks severed, bodies cleaved in half, heads split open...
The fishmen's blood turned the surrounding beach a luminous blue, the ground littered with convulsing, severed limbs.
"Crackle."
Sparks splattered.
