A Dance of Peerless Beauty

"Your Saintess, watch out!"

"Gollania, get out of the way!"

The battle aura Fisk unleashed was greatly slowed by the strange aura that had begun to form a semi-solid cage. This gave the ever-vigilant old priest and the communication priest beside the Saintess a chance to react.

Without the slightest hesitation, the old priest, his soul burning away, threw himself onto the battle-aura blade at once, allowing the sharp energy to tear apart most of his body. The communication priest also resolutely stepped in front of Gollania, facing the blade of death descending toward his own head.

"Swish."

With an almost imperceptible whisper, the battle-aura blade brushed past Gollania's hair.

After piercing through the strange aura, the old priest burning his soul, and the communication priest who had likewise unleashed all his potential, Fisk's furious battle-aura blade was finally diverted slightly from its path. It did not sever the Saintess's neck, instead narrowly passing by Gollania with blood and shattered souls in tow...

The beautiful Saintess had survived, for now!

However, the price of saving someone from the furious strike of a Master Level professional was... the stronger old priest was on the verge of death, while the weaker communication priest died on the spot.

Of course, the old priest's preparations and desperate efforts had finally borne fruit.

Fisk's attack had slowed his movements by the slightest bit. In that tiny pause, the strange aura released from the scroll had already formed a cage around him. Countless hate-filled souls became innumerable threads, flying and weaving through the air as they wailed and imprisoned a Master Level professional.

When Fisk tried to attack again, his sharp battle-aura blade could no longer leave the area covered by the cage.

"This is... a one-use Divine Spell equipment? Damn it!"

Boom!

He slashed fiercely