Faced with the threat from the Saint Roland army, Shi Lei wisely abandoned Plain Fortress and withdrew to Yuan City to meet the enemy, which came as a relief to Zhou Xu.
At this point, his support range had only just reached Yuan City.
Through the images transmitted along the threads connecting the believers to him, he had already gained a rough understanding of the situation here, but he had still arrived one step too late.
He had no personal ties with Bloodhand and the other undead units, but this loss was undeniably enormous, leaving Zhou Xu in an exceptionally foul mood!
There was good news, however. Holy Roland I was alone. A battle had just ended, so his condition had inevitably suffered, giving Zhou Xu an opportunity!
Amid the torrential rain, Black Fiend Profound Wind roared forth.
Under the scour of Black Fiend Profound Wind, the rain droplets infused with magical power transformed into deadly bullets in an instant. Wrapped in waves of black wind, they swept toward Holy Roland I!
[What the hell?! What kind of move is this?! Did he obtain another True Word Spell?!]
Faced with such an onslaught, Holy Roland I's expression changed instantly, yet there was nowhere for him to dodge. In the end, he could only raise a barrier and endure it head-on.
The rain droplets were even more powerful than Holy Roland I had anticipated. It felt as though a machine gun—no, several machine guns—were rattling away at him in a mad barrage.
The Black Fiend Profound Wind also packed a punch. Each black gust seemed to transform into a whip, lashing his barrier again and again.
The black wind seemed to possess a special effect, carrying an intense corrosive force. Amid the ceaseless whipping, Holy Roland I could clearly