Angels (5)

Combat Techniques and magic infused with Holy Light Power tore bright streaks through the dark Demonic Flame.

But they soon discovered that although these attacks broke the Tier 3 Foul Spirit's skin and drew blood, they were far from capable of harming its true vital points.

Those shallow wounds rapidly healed under the writhing, surging dark power around it, as if all their efforts had been nothing more than scratching an itch.

Heidni's gaze sharpened, and a hint of coldness appeared between his brows. He raised a hand and shouted, "Stop!"

Everyone froze at his words. Some had not even had time to withdraw their attacks, and the Combat Techniques in their hands already struck empty air.

They looked at Heidni in confusion, wanting to ask why, but he offered no explanation.

He merely calmly pulled a magic scroll with a metallic sheen from his waist.

Ancient runes for "binding" and "suppression" were carved around the scroll's outer ring, while a deeply etched silver ring lay at its center. One could faintly sense the powerful force of laws radiating from it.

"Chain of Imprisonment," Heidni murmured. Then he suddenly tore the scroll apart, and magical energy erupted!

Thunder rumbled through the sky as silver-white chains shot from the scroll, roaring like ghosts as they flew toward the Tier 3 Foul Spirit.

The chains swiftly wrapped around its four arms, shoulders, and waist, then yanked downward. With several sharp clacks, they fused with the stone platform beneath its feet, as though the entire rock formation had become an extension of the chains.

The Tier 3 Foul Spirit's body was instantly bound.

"Abel!" Heidni shouted deeply. "Prepare the Holy Light Spear and pierce its defenses!"

Abel moved at once, clasping her hands together as golden-white light rose from between her fingers.

Her