Rebuilding (3)

Ang stood where he was and slowly exhaled a foul breath. After the violent expenditure of mana, a thin sheen of sweat appeared on his brow.

He raised his staff and began chanting Divine Prayer. Pale golden light rose from the tip of the staff and fell over the warriors like morning sunlight—

This was the magic of Divine Blessing. For a certain period, it could greatly enhance stamina recovery and resistance, laying the foundation for the coming close-quarters fight.

"Dana, move up!" Ang shouted sharply, his voice carrying unquestionable resolve.

Dana responded at once, pulling an enormous shield from the Magic Waist Pouch at his side.

The shield stood five meters tall and three meters wide. Its surface was engraved with densely packed runes, as heavy and imposing as a city wall.

"Isn't that shield a little too huge?" Preston could not help voicing his surprise when he saw it from the rear.

"It was specifically designed to deal with Demons," Ang explained briefly, turning his head. "Black flames, spikes, and flying spears can't penetrate it. It's the key to opening our path."

Preston nodded, his gaze sharpening as he immediately followed close behind.

He levitated into the air behind Dana, his hands moving rapidly as he hurled several scorching fireballs toward the breach.

The fireballs streaked through the air in bright arcs, exploding one after another amid the Demons and blasting them into disarray.

But Ang frowned. Fire magic was not particularly effective against these Abyssal Races. The Demons possessed extremely high magic resistance; even when flames engulfed them, it merely slowed their advance.

At that moment, several warriors following Dana pulled Holy Light Grenades from their waists.

They raised their arms high and hurled the grenades into the densely packed enemy ranks.

"Boom—boom!"

The moment they exploded,