Duke Third Progenitor Raschal faced that dazzling sun.
The expression on his face gradually shifted from shock to fury and unwillingness.
Before Raschal could even react, the four Great Demon Race members had already seized the opportunity and launched their attack.
Silver-white mist drifted through Planai's eyes. He saw through the origins of every one of Raschal's casting movements, predicted them in advance, and directed the Great Demon Race members in precise attacks.
Sinora's counterspells wound around the magic Raschal had only half-constructed like a spiderweb, dismantling it piece by piece.
Raschal's casting speed abruptly slowed, and his spellcasting became unsteady.
"Have a seat. Leave the rest to us."
Antanas stayed closest to Lanchi and used her magic power to weave him a translucent chair.
"Antanas, you're such a useful demon."
Lanchi praised Antanas.
"Ehehe."
Although Antanas did not know why Lanchi was praising her, she happily rubbed the back of her head anyway.
She bent down and lightly touched the ground. A barrier spread across the Blood Royal Palace plaza, blocking all the shock waves outside.
Under her protection, Lanchi was as safe as if he were inside an impregnable fortress.
The strongest of the four Great Demon Race members, the Ice Witch's pupils had turned completely ice-blue, like two cold stars. Tens of thousands of ice crystals condensed around her before shooting toward Raschal like a storm of steel needles.
Countless ice-blue beams tore through the sky and plunged accurately into the space around Raschal.
"You're too despicable!"
Duke Third Progenitor Raschal gritted his teeth. The Blood Mist around him instantly expanded, transforming into a cocoon-shaped sphere of energy that wrapped around him.
The instant most of the ice-crystal rain struck Raschal's defense, it seemed to hit an invisible wall. The crystals shattered one after another, turning into