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But the Light of the Glazed Pagoda was not the only strange radiance illuminating the battlefield. At the other end of the battle line, behind the Dark Nether Guard, an equally suffocating field of dark amplification shrouded the area.
Several Soul Masters in dark-purple priestly robes, holding bone staves inlaid with ominous gemstones (Soul Tools), were exerting themselves with all their might.
Among them were Support Masters known as Dark Soul Chanters. They chanted filthy, ancient curses, waving the bone staves in their hands as waves of dark-purple energy rippled outward.
When these ripples brushed over the Dark Nether Guard's "Nether Shadow Armor Art," it writhed even more violently, twisted runes of agony surfacing across it as its defense rose significantly.
The madness in those scarlet eyes was also infused with some orderly berserk secret art, increasing their strength and speed during attacks by thirty percent out of thin air.
Dark battle energy clung to their weapons and claws like a bone-deep disease, and every spray of blood from their attacks carried a vicious, corrosive aura.
These were all wartime secret arts. The Nether Shadow Armor Art, for instance, was a secret art the Ming Family had developed through many years of research, transforming Nether Armor's Martial Soul Trait into a technique that anyone possessing dark Soul Power could cast on others.
Of course, its power could not compare to that of the Ming Family themselves.
And even more numerous were the Curse Masters (Decay Weavers), whose arts were even more insidious.
One Soul Master pointed his bone staff at the sky, and a vast sheet of black rain, thick as asphalt and giving off a pungent, sweet, bloody stench, suddenly fell, precisely drenching the advancing Knights Order's front line—Bone-Corroding Acid Rain!
The moment the