The Black Mages were completely stunned.
In less than three minutes, those who had stood behind the Nightmare Knights with joy in their hearts turned into cold corpses one after another.
Blood pooled into streams across the altar's stone bricks, and the stench was suffocating.
Even several Rank 2 Archmages among them were not spared—
They had barely cast their spells before they were intercepted by Pri and the other Archmages, working together with several Nightmare Knights. Amid the interwoven sword light and magic, they had no chance to resist and fell in an instant.
"Y-You... who exactly are you?!" The Dark Archmage presiding over the sacrificial ritual spoke in a trembling voice. None of her former majesty remained, and her eyes were filled with fear and unease.
Ang did not answer. In his Eight-armed form, he looked like a war god standing between holy light and darkness.
His gaze never left the illusory gate in midair.
The planar passage leading to the abyssal prison beside them gradually stabilized under the impetus of Demonic Power.
As the passage gradually solidified, the strand of Demonic Power that had served as an "anchor" began to be drawn out.
The demonic shadow within the illusory gate extended its clawed fingers and lightly pinched, instantly condensing that power into a demonic spear as black as night, burning with abyssal flames.
The next instant, the spear shot forward like black lightning, aimed directly at Ang's heart.
Ang reacted almost at the same instant. All eight arms spread wide as holy runes blossomed in the air, forcefully raising a Slowing Domain spanning thirty meters.
The air immediately became stagnant, as if time had been stretched out. The incoming demonic spear was forcibly slowed within the domain, every inch of progress incredibly difficult, as though it were