"We can't hold on much longer..."
Behind them, the wounded Commander Joel frowned tightly, looking at the guards ahead with a pained expression.
"Bishop Fletcher, please act!"
Fletcher nodded gravely. "I can only cast this kind of magic twice at most, but given the current situation, we really have no choice but to use it now..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his staff. A powerful ray of Holy Light shone from its tip, growing brighter and rising higher until it finally flew into the air, illuminating a small patch of sky like broad daylight.
Holy Light poured down. The golden glow resembled an inverted bowl, forming an ever-expanding "barrier."
The wounded soldiers within the golden light shuddered, and the wounds on their bodies began to heal.
Most of the Goblins were even blocked outside the barrier. Unable to break through for the moment, they gave the soldiers and adventurers on the front line a much-needed chance to catch their breath.
However, Bishop Fletcher's face instantly turned pale, and he seemed to have aged considerably.
The hand holding his staff began to tremble lightly, and his entire body shook. Finally, as if all his strength had left him, he fell backward.
A Priest beside him immediately caught him and cried worriedly, "Bishop, are you all right?"
Fletcher waved a hand. "I'm fine. The consumption was just too great. I'll recover after a while..."
What an incredible skill!
Lin Mo's eyes were filled with shock. Bishop Fletcher's Holy Light Barrier had covered an astonishing range of several hundred meters, nearly encompassing the entire central battlefield where the fighting was fiercest.
Moreover, this Holy Light Barrier seemed to have two effects. The first was blocking enemy attacks, while the second was healing allies within its range.
This was the most