D'andre stepped into the portal. He felt the common sensation, and in the very next split second, he found himself in a broad, rocky passageway where the spy knights were clashing fiercely against a small group of weak cultists.
The cultists were dressed in their usual hooded dark magic robes, and a few of them clutched wands tightly in their hands.
More weak cultists poured out from within and clashed with the spy knights. Their numbers were ten times greater than those of the spy knights.
"Black whip!"
"Poison blast!"
"Poison blast!"
"Dark ball!"
Numerous dark magic spells darted in the direction of the spy knights, yet they deftly evaded the attacks, deflected many with their weapons, and fought back with relentless determination.
The scene was utterly chaotic.
D'andre observed the strength of the cultists, there were apprentice-rank mages on the verge of breaking through and a few Tier-1 mages present, yet not a single Tier-2 mage was in sight.
