After eliminating the troublesome illusion, Alan quickly turned around to check on his companions.
Blanche and the white-haired mage had long since fought their way off into the distance, their figures barely visible anymore.
Francis, meanwhile, was completely engulfed by the black snake's poisonous mist.
As of now, the only one still visible on the battlefield was Fort.
His entire body had fully transformed into sharp metal element form, and he was locked in a fierce, white-hot battle against the burly axe-wielding man.
"Damn it, why are you so tough?!"
The burly man cursed as he fought, already losing ground rapidly.
His aura had weakened significantly.
He simply had no choice.
Every time Fort struck him, even if the blow wasn't fatal, it still left a noticeable wound.
Meanwhile, no matter how hard he attacked Fort, the most he could achieve was leaving a faint, shallow white mark on Fort's metallic skin—not even close to injuring him.
