On the smoke-filled battlefield, the flame-powered warriors descended like gods of war. Their eyes widened, burning with endless rage and determination. Their hands danced vigorously, their movements filled with power and rhythm. They thrust their palms forward, and instantly, raging flames erupted from their palms like roaring beasts. The flames began as a dazzling flash, then rapidly expanded and raged, forming a raging sea of inferno. This sea of fire was so intense that it seemed as if it could reduce everything in the world to ash. The raging flames leaped and tumbled, crackling with resounding roars, as if announcing their power and unstoppable strength to the world. Reckless, hordes of zombies rushed forward, only to be instantly engulfed by the flames. They struggled and screamed in the flames, their once hideous faces now contorted with fear. The flames mercilessly seared their bodies, and the acrid smell of scorched flesh filled the air. The zombies tried to flee, but the rapidly spreading sea of fire completely blocked their escape route. Their bodies gradually charred in the blaze, eventually reducing them to piles of ash. The fire users, however, showed no mercy, continuously unleashing their powerful flames, expanding the sea of fire and ensuring that no zombie could escape. Amidst the blazing flames, the fire users loomed immensely tall, using their scorching power to safeguard hope and peace behind them.
Amidst the raging sea of flames, the zombies let out blood-curdling screams of agony. The sound was sharp and shrill, like the desperate wails from the depths of hell. Their bodies were mercilessly engulfed by the flames, their flesh sizzling and rapidly turning black and cracked. The flames seared their eyes, now filled with endless pain and terror, their gazes already filled with madness and greed. Yet, even in this unbearable torture, the zombies continued to charge forward frantically. They seemed to have lost their sense of pain, or perhaps driven by some unholy force, desperate to break through the flames. They twisted their bodies, their claws bared, struggling forward in grotesque postures. Burning limbs fell off, but this could not stop their frantic pace. Their faces, engulfed in flames, became even more hideous and terrifying. Some of the zombies' clothing had long since crumbled to ash, revealing their charred bodies. Yet, they continued to charge forward recklessly, as if death held no meaning for them. Their roars mingled with the crackling and flaming sounds of the flames, creating a scene both terrifying and tragic. This, however, did not deter the resistance; instead, it only solidified their resolve to utterly eliminate them.
Amidst the chaotic battlefield, a lightning user stood tall, his eyes wide, seemingly imbued with the power of endless thunder. His face was tense, his expression serious and focused, and he exuded an awe-inspiring aura. He gazed upwards, his hands raised high, as if communicating with the heavens. In an instant, dark clouds rolled across the sky, and darkness quickly enveloped the earth. Electricity darted between the clouds, crackling with a cacophony of devastating energy. Suddenly, thick bolts of lightning, like silver snakes, slammed down from the sky. Their dazzling light instantly illuminated the dark battlefield like daylight. These bolts struck the zombie horde with unstoppable force, ionizing the air wherever they passed, emitting a pungent odor. The instant the lightning struck the zombies, electricity coursed through their bodies, causing them to tremble violently and emitting plumes of black smoke. Some zombies were cleaved in two, their limbs scattering everywhere. Other zombies were instantly reduced to charred charcoal, falling to the ground, unable to move. The lightning user didn't pause, continuously summoning lightning from the sky, attacking the zombie horde in wave after wave. Each lightning strike was accompanied by the zombies' miserable howls, and the entire battlefield was plunged into a terrifying scene of lightning and thunder.
Each stout bolt of lightning thundered down, carrying devastating force. The moment this powerful current touched the zombies, several of them shuddered violently, their muscles twitching before collapsing. Their fallen bodies were instantly scorched by the intense heat, becoming a charred black mass, emitting a sickening, burnt odor. Their once hideous features were frozen in time, transformed into a terrifying, charred image. Yet, despite the devastating devastation wrought by each bolt, the zombies remained numerous. Like a black tide, they surged forward, one after another, without a single pause or hesitation. These zombies seemed utterly ignorant of fear and death. Their hollow eyes held no fear of their comrades' instantaneous demise, only an endless thirst for life and an instinctive drive to attack. Even as the zombies in front of them were pulverized by lightning, the ones behind them continued their rigid, frantic charge forward. They pushed and trampled each other, desperately trying to reach the defense line, as if controlled by an invisible evil force, losing all reason and emotion. Wave after wave of zombies continued to pour in, as if the scene of death could not deter them at all, making people feel deep fear and despair at this endless madness.
An ice-type psychic stood in the midst of the battlefield, emanating an icy aura that seemed to freeze the very air around him. His face was stern, his gaze piercing as he stared intently at the surging zombie horde. He waved his hands, and the moisture in the air rapidly condensed. Instantly, massive cones of ice took shape before him. These crystal-clear cones shone with a cold light, their sharp tips gleaming with a chilling edge. The ice-type psychic took a deep breath, gripped the massive cones tightly with both hands, and tensed his muscles before hurling them with all his might. The cones whistled through the air with unparalleled force and speed. The moment they made contact with the zombies, they offered no resistance, their sharp points easily piercing their tough skin and flesh. The powerful impact carried the cones forward, pinning them to the ground. The zombies pierced by the cones screamed in pain, but this could not change their fate. The icicles pierced the earth, the zombies struggling desperately, unable to break free. A layer of frost quickly formed on the parts of their bodies pierced by the icicles, freezing their blood. The ice user, relentless, condensed and hurled icicle after icicle, each one hitting its target with unerring precision, pinning the zombies to the ground and forming a terrifying "forest of icicles." Within this "forest of icicles," the corpses of the zombies piled like a mountain, and the ice user's attacks continued, relentless in their defense of the land.
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