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A third rank 8 aura spread through the area. That power flowed past the ground and filled the battlefield, attracting the two leaders' attention fighting under the tree.

The moles continued to invade the battlefield, killing any beast in sight. The two packs fought back and defeated many of those creatures, but they transformed into shadows and seeped back into the terrain when they died.

'Such a strange ability,' Noah thought while inspecting the battlefield. 'Do they even die?'

The moles were quite peculiar. Noah had never seen anything like that. Night was a strange magical beast, but those creatures seemed to surpass the Pterodactyl in that field.

The battle intensified after the arrival of the moles. The wolves and the monkeys silently sealed an alliance to fend off those invaders. They didn't want other packs to contend the fruit.