As soon as the fire arrows touched the trees, they ignited, and the moisture within the trees evaporated, instantly forming thick smoke. The Grus Infantry and Mountain People Warriors, clad in gray-green battle robes, took this opportunity to rush in, seemingly on the verge of crossing the shallows and entering the forest here. The attack proceeded unbelievably smoothly, making even Pallas, who oversaw the battlefield from afar, raise an eyebrow slightly.

But just at that moment, a rumbling thunder echoed from the depths of the distant forest. A massive cloud gathered at a visible speed above the canopy, and then, accompanied by a golden lightning bolt, a sudden downpour drenched the freshly ignited flames almost instantly.

As the fire was extinguished, the thunderstorm advanced, with several strikes of lightning hitting the beachfront at the edge of the forest. These strikes exploded among the clustered Grus Infantry and Mountain People Warriors, sending flesh flying amidst the loud booms. Golden thunderballs carved large pits into the ground, and stones hurled into the air by the blasts rained down like hail on the people around, merging their screams into a chorus of horror.

The morale of the Grus Infantry collapsed instantly, and disregarding the archers behind them, they turned around and fled, their speed tenfold what it had been upon arrival. These Noble Private Soldiers inherently lacked the will to fight, while the Mountain People Warriors, though fierce, found no meaning in this war. As the Grus Infantry retreated, they too turned to leave, though compared to the panic-stricken and scattered Grus Infantry, the Mountain People withdrew in a more orderly manner.

Far away, two accompanying Knight Lords with Pallas witnessed this scene and turned to look at Jandener's army's true commander, surprised by the combat discipline of the Mountain People. They thought of Pallas, who had long led troops to victory against these mountain foes and forced their submission, and fell silent. They were naturally unwilling to remain subordinate to Pallas, but seeing their own troops' performance, they could only remain voiceless.

By this time, the clouds had passed over the heads of the Grus Infantry, arriving above the array of archers on the other side of the river. A sense of impending doom permeated Sir Vigins' mind, commanding the archers, "Retreat! Retreat quickly!" he shouted, but it was a step too late. A golden electric web descended from the sky, exploding among the three lines of archers. In almost an instant, over two squads of Noble Archers trained over a long period were obliterated into ashes.

Sir Vigins himself was also struck by the lightning, but the armor covering him saved his life through the electric cage effect. However, his deputy beside him wasn't so fortunate, turned directly into charcoal. Gray-faced, Vigins climbed up from the ground, unable to contain the sorrow welling up within him; a whole company of archers was worked out of action in a single wave of attacks. Despite actual losses being only twenty to thirty percent, those remaining were shocked beyond reason, incapable of combat for the time being.

Even more, the clouds above, pregnant with thunder and lightning, continued to churn, seemingly ready to unleash a second wave. The archers quickly descended into chaos, mirroring the utter collapse of the infantry ahead, screaming as they turned to flee. Mortals possess no capability to withstand such formidable natural forces. The knowledgeable and experienced knights under Pallas might fare slightly better, but certainly not these Noble Private Soldiers.

But just at this moment, the forest was suddenly filled with a burst of chanting, incantations fluctuating in rhythm like an invisible force gathering in the air, lowering the air pressure slightly for a moment. The floating clouds in the sky suddenly paused, then dissipated piece by piece, vanishing into nothingness in an instant.

The forest first fell silent, then jubilant cheers erupted from the north bank of the Griss River.

"It's a dispelling spell, there are at least three chanting points," said a Druid clad in grass listening attentively from Brand's side.

"No, it's four," Char shook his head after listening.

"Four?" The others did not dare to dispute, as in the first batch of Druids sent to the Lengshan Domain, there was no Great Druid presence. Char was the foremost spellcaster here. Moreover, advanced spellcasters were scarce and precious; it was said that Jandener had two Golden Rank Wizards by his side, but this time, it was unlikely even one accompanied the army.