The Nine Continent Army were roused up that instant.

Amastan, the Raksasa Army’s Commander-in-chief, was dead. Victory became certain for the Nine Continent Army since they no longer had a leader.

“Amastan!”

Natalie could not help but exclaim from a distance away when she saw what had happened to her brother. Strangely enough, she did not feel much sorrow.

She was not upset at Amastan’s death because he had murdered her beloved brother, Celtic, though she did not expect it to happen so soon.

“Kill them!”

“Get revenge for the Honorable Son!”

The Raksasa Army regained its senses quickly. Amastan’s death had ignited their bloodlust. Their Tribe had been blocked near the Chaotic Mountain Range after passing through it. Then, the Raksasa King went missing and their eldest prince met his end.

Their second prince, Amastan, had succumbed too.

The Raksasa Tribe was determined to get revenge and they were ready to fight to their last breath.

At the same time mid-air.

Donoghue was losi