The robed fighter with Shadow Chains attempted to bind Fenix again, but Anya quickly deflected by creating a translucent Foxfire Shield that cut the chain midair.
The purplish robed guy cursed, falling back from her intimidating atmosphere. A glint of panic flashed in his eyes; the so-called "weak link" they had meant to dismiss had just slain one of their own and was now defending Fenix with deadly skill.
Amid swirling ash and flickering foxfire, the battlefield transformed into a chaotic dance of darkness and flame. Old Yan shouted as he ordered, his tone laced with impatience.
"Re-form ranks! Dark Wind, get behind them. Dark Earth, disrupt from below. Fire users, suppress them from the flanks. I'll handle the finishing blow." Old Yan called them out according to their power since he didn't even want to leak a tiny bit of information about them.