Akash didn't say anything and went back to his position, The moose reached the top and ran towards the incoming cluster. Shine Moose was curious as to why Akash was so confident in his men not dying.

The second battlefield was about to erupt so Sohrab jumped to the sky, holding his axe and hammer in his hands.

Bilawal yelled.

"Get down, what are you doing!"

Sohrab didn't see but a huge stone spike came at him at blinding speed and drilled a hole in his body, causing him to cough up blood and fall. Their charge was slowed while the beast army picked up its pace with bellows. Everyone looked at Sohrab in worry while Haji spurred his comrades on loudly.

"Keep going, he won't die!"

They gritted their teeth and moved with more zeal. The relatively small army finally collided with their larger savage enemies.

The four dragons of Akash's army were at the front, they were all around 50 meters tall with one at Star Knight realm while the other three were at 10th Star realm.

The four rushed at a sole 70-meter-tall white dragon, with the cultivation of 2nd Moon, Star Captain. It had swords stuck to its arms with no claws.

The white dragon swung its arm, and the four dragons were beheaded. Seth Family and Haji Tea's heart ached when he saw their precious dragons dying, Zaheer shouted at the dragon.

The white blade dragon was pissed. How could someone this small, threaten a dragon, it thought. Zaheer Tea vanished from the spot, startling the dragon.

Zaheer instantaneously appeared between the legs of the dragon, using a spatial law skill called "Special Steps" to cut the distance. He held the glaive and spun it.

With one swift swing, he cut off the dragon's leg and before it could fall, the second leg flew in the air as well with a spree of blood. The dragon cried out in pain and fell, Zaheer stabbed the glaive in its belly and cleanly cut through it, internal organs pouring out.

Everyone clashed with Red Mamba's army. For others, Haji's words were enough encouraging to focus on the fight. But for Daan and Sacra, their feet only froze, and their faces turned ghastly pale. Sohrab was more than just a friend for them.

Even though they trusted the words of Akash that no one would die, it was harder to believe that with what they had just seen. Witnessing Sohrab getting skewered so easily, they couldn't control their sorrow and anger.

~ROOAAARRRR~

Daan Godlyn gave a deafening roar, the rage-filled sabretooth growled. Hadda Subedar, his gauntlets were shaking. Daan looked at them perplexed before Sacra suggested.

"Shed some of your blood on them, your weapon is calling you."

Daan bit his finger and let a few droplets of blood fell on the gauntlets. In turn, they started to emit an off-white colour before Daan suddenly heard a voice.

"Master Daan, use my full strength."

Daan eyes reddened in anger, he looked at Sohrab who was still laying on the ground with a hole in his belly. Daan closed his eyes and called forth its power.

"Hadda, awaken!"

The gauntlet turned into liquid again and covered Daan's entire body, even his claws and feet were now enclosed in armour, which gives off an off-white colour. The boots were bone-like with a pointy end while the soles were layered with a multitude of small needles to prevent slipping.

4 hook-like fangs were located on the knees and elbows of the armour while its shoulders were adorned with the heads of dragons.

Finally, the bone helmet covered his lion-like head perfectly. Only his mane was not covered by the armour. Giving him a majestic look.

Daan Godlyn opened his eyes and witnessed this change while Sacra, who stood behind him, was amazed as well. Daan's height had increased from 3.2 to 4 meters and his overall size had grown as if he had grown even more muscles.

Daan jumped into the air to see the culprit as he soon saw the same spike coming from the horizon. Sacra didn't waste any time and swung his sword.

"Cut of the Wind Queen!"

A curved blade of wind was released and struck against the spike, destroying it into smithereens. Daan looked in the front and murmured.

"I found you."

In the last row, four beasts were standing and one of them was Red Mamba while the other three were a four-handed demon, a giant and a huge ox. The spike was thrown by that giant.

The moose, who was behind, was stunned to see the change in Daan's body. He had never seen such a type of weapon before. After he reached the body of Sohrab, he lamented.

"Tsk, this is too big of a wound to heal quickly."

Shine Moose looked at Akash before voicing his frustrations.

"Curse your leader who is standing behind, too afraid to die."

As the moose started to go, the body of Sohrab was engulfed by light. The next moment, he was standing as healthy as ever.

"Don't ever speak rubbish about my king or I will eradicate your antlers and shove them where the sun doesn't shine."

The moose was puzzled, pondering.

"How is this... possible?"

Moose turned to see Akash, who was looking at the wolf's and dragon's battlefield. Sohrab didn't wait for chit chat as he jumped once again. The Red Mamba and everyone else who saw him dying couldn't believe their eyes. Sohrab, in mid-air, shouted.

"Jeeth, Awaken!"

The two weapons merged and became one, Sohrab raised it high and together with his falling trajectory, smashed the hammer on the head of an eagle, breaking its skull with ease.

The eagle feebly wiggled and wobbled as blood came out of its nostrils before it finally died from the impact and subsequent slam on the ground.

Sohrab who was still falling, humphed and uttered once again.

"Jeeth Smash!"

Smashing the hammer once again except on the ground this time. The mountain crumbled and trees started coming out, their roots trapping many beasts.

Everyone looked at Sohrab, shocked, while he yelled.

"I won't be able to hold them long, finish them!"

In response, the ox exclaimed, flabbergasted.

"What kind of sorcery is that? The spike pierced him in mid-air, everyone witnessed his demise!"

"There is something fishy about them."

The four-armed demon commented.

"I smelt that too, we need to kill them as soon as possible."

Red Mamba replied and signalled the four-armed demon to join the battle, who widened its lips in happiness, showing its decayed, long and disgusting teeth.

Sacra Emilat hadn't fought yet as he was looking at his sword and questioning himself.

"Can my sword express similar powers?"

Coronela responded.

"Yes, master. I am not weaker than them, so it's only natural. You only have to activate my ultimate form."

Sacra's eyes widened, he gulped and uttered.

"Coronela, Awaken!"

A tornado formed around Sacra Emilat, green gusts of gale attracted the attention of everyone and when it vanished. Sacra felt a tremendous change in him, he felt many times lighter than earlier.

The sword hadn't changed, it just started to glow with a greenish hue. Sacra hadn't changed much either, his body remained the same except his back.

It had now grown four feathered wings, the upper two as big as his own body and the lower ones were half their size. They too were glowing in a green light just like the sword.

"I'm sorry, Coronela, I underestimated you."

Sacra tapped the glowing blade and spoke.

"Let's show them our might."

Coronela replied.

"As you wish, master."

Sacra sensed something, he looked above, and a four-armed figure landed loudly in front of him.

~BOOM~

The demon stretched his body, gave Sacra a nasty smile and asked

"Wow, we have a swordsman here. Can you also revive like that minotaur?"

Sacra replied.

"Why don't you confirm it yourself?"

And countered the demon with his own horrid smile. He was an orc, after all.