Divine Word Spell!

"What was the situation on the battlefield now?" Roland turned to look at the others. After all, they had been fighting the Nazgûl for quite some time. Two Grand Forbidden Spells could clash for dozens of minutes, so daylight had long since broken. What troubled them was that the sky over Junlin Fortress was its normal clear blue, while the region outside the fortress where the Nazgûl stood was shrouded in gloomy, pitch-black darkness.

"The Witch-king of Angmar is very strong!" Adolf Heinrich considered his words, only to find that there was nothing else he could use to describe the Witch-king of Angmar. That was all he could say. After all, the leader of the Nazgûl had endured two Grand Forbidden Spells and still had the strength to cast one of his own against them. He fully deserved his title.

Of course, what Roland and the others did not know was that the Witch-king of Angmar was not seriously depleted at all. In fact, he still had plenty to spare. Did anyone really think those War Clouds were just for show? To a certain extent, they could even serve as the source of the Nazgûl's power! The Soul Power of the Orcs slain by the Grand Forbidden Spells had all been drawn in by the Witch-king of Angmar to replenish the War Cloud. Although he had taken two Grand Forbidden Spells head-on, that was merely a moderate expenditure for a War Cloud accumulated over countless years. It could withstand at least two more Grand Forbidden Spells without wavering! After all, this was a War Cloud formed from three Nazgûl!

Only the light-elemental power of Rhine Storm had made the Witch-king of Angmar feel threatened. Light elements purified the War Cloud faster than other elements did—holy elements were the fastest of