When the arrows came, the Silver Moon Sentinels had little time to retreat, and they could not fall back.
So they could only swing their swords to cut them down and use their woodland wings to resist.
Even so, the Silver Moon Sentinels' numbers could not match the density of the enchanted arrows shooting up from the ground.
A burning arrow crossed the Silver Moon Sentinels' line of defense and appeared higher in the sky. Suddenly, it was blocked by an azure barrier. The arrow drove deep into the barrier, gouging spiderweb cracks across its transparent surface.
Taking that as a point of reference and looking in every direction, thousands upon thousands of arrows beneath the azure barrier were the same. With each arrow at the center, fine spiderweb cracks spread outward all around.
"Keep going!"
Brandt's military order came from below. In the sky, the Wind Speakers' faces had gone pale one after another. Though they were fairy in the shape of angel-like beings, their bodies brimming with dense magic, three hours had passed, and they were already beginning to struggle to maintain the Wind Spirit Barrier beneath their feet.
What was more, they also had to divide their attention with the battlefield in the sky. The battle between the Wind Dragon and the Frost Dragon, sometimes fought in close combat and sometimes with colliding dragon breaths, affected the vast majority of the Wind Speakers' concentration. Every burst of energy made the Magic Factors in the void boil.
Elemental dragons were born mages. No one could compare to them in that regard.
"We can't hold much longer."
A Wind Speaker shouted. He was the center maintaining the barrier, and his words were naturally directed at the group of Forest Song Dreamweavers. On this battlefield in the sky, only those