"Dammit!"
Wol wiped away the blood trickling from his nose, adopting a defensive stance warily.
Even though they had clashed only once, Wol was certain he was no match for this young girl!
Both from the Wolf Tribe, Wol felt an oppressive pressure from her bloodline, his Battle Qi trembling like a cat encountering a tiger, curling up tightly, completely disobedient to his commands.
That azure fur, could it be the Frost Wolf Clan of the far north...
Without time to think further, shimmering claws icy with cold light lunged at Wol!
...
The fiercest scene, however, was at the center of the battlefield.
Over thirty Star Rank warriors clashed together, magic flying back and forth in the air, the ground smoking from bombardments, adventurers screaming continuously, and individuals being blasted away every few seconds.
Yet notably, despite frequent severe injuries, there were seldom fatalities, as each side had positioned a Star Rank healer dressed in white, tasked with rescue.