Great Warrior (2)

David abruptly cast a magic shield, trying to shake Ang's hand away. But the moment it activated, the magic shield showed signs of cracking under the suppression of the Anti-Magic Field, dimming and shattering before it could even form.

At the same time, the wrist in Ang's grip sent out tearing pain, as though it were clamped tightly in an iron hoop. His bones creaked and groaned as they twisted. He widened his eyes, hardly daring to believe it—Ang had nearly crushed the bones in his wrist with a single grip.

"You..." He gritted his teeth, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The Black Mages watching from afar changed expressions drastically. Soul Devouring Tempest had nearly made them feel as if their souls were being ripped away, and they could not imagine how Ang, at the heart of the storm, had endured such torment that could almost drive one mad.

Now that Ang had risen as if brought back from the dead, the last flames of hope in their eyes were extinguished, and fear surged through their hearts like a tide. "Even my lord was captured in close combat... who can we rely on now?"

There was no longer any room for wishful thinking. The Black Mages finally gave up hoping that David could turn the situation around and began scattering in every direction.

However, they soon crashed into the Flame Swordsmen standing like an iron wall. These Flame Swordsmen held their swords in both hands, their blades burning with magical flames.

Like silent arbiters, their every movement was precise and lethal. Black Mages continuously fell beneath their cold, stern blades. A cold smile rose on Ang's lips.

He suddenly tugged David's arm, violently pulling him toward himself. The distance between them instantly shrank, and Ang slammed his forehead viciously