It was a feast.
A feast of Spiritual Arts.
At one end of the horizon, the army of Phantom Demons surged forward like a beast tide.
The Professionals gathered at the front of the defensive line, protecting the camp behind them like a dam about to withstand a flood. Behind them, countless streaks of radiance shot out like a meteor shower, blasting toward the incoming tide of Phantom Demons.
"Style 25: Hundredfold Light!"
"Style 36: Fierce Poison Burst!"
"Forty-One Forms: Bubble Landmine!"
"Fifty-Ninth Form: Scorching Flame Hot Plain!"
One area-of-effect Spiritual Art after another was unleashed by the Warlocks. Circular arrays appeared in succession around their wrists, looking incomparably dazzling and magnificent.
For a time, the incoming army of Phantom Demons was reduced to helpless victims.
Hundreds of bolts of lightning descended like lasers, rampaging through the Phantom Demons and blasting them again and again amid thunderous booms.
The ground erupted in explosions of deadly poison, sending toxic liquid pouring down like torrential rain.
Bubbles drifted lightly to the ground, spreading across the entire battlefield. The moment they were touched, they transformed into terrifying shock waves and exploded one after another.
Fountains of magma rose throughout the battlefield, bringing scorching flames and turning everything into a sea of fire.
Facing attack after attack, the Phantom Demons were utterly reduced to pitiful creatures being slaughtered.
"Style 30: Scorching Sparrow's Cry!"
Even An Zijin spared no Spiritual Power, unleashing the strongest Spiritual Art she possessed. It raised waves of extreme heat and brought down showers of fire. As it rubbed against the air, it produced the cries of a hundred sparrows before surging out with a thunderous roar and landing on the battlefield ahead.
Under this astonishing assault, apart from a small number of the incoming Phantom Demons that managed to respond,