Battle Against the Soul Reavers

As an adventurer about to enter the Abyss, Zhao Xu spent any spare time randomly looking up knowledge about demons.

Even at night, while everyone else slept, he used the time he was exempt from sleep due to his Chosen abilities to read demonology books.

So the instant he heard the words "Mystic Call," he analyzed what kind of ability it was—a demon summoning!

Most demons possessed the ability to summon their own kind.

Though it was not a true "calling," merely bringing forth the other party's projection, and death incurred no losses.

Still, demons would not casually use this ability unless they had no other choice.

At times, it was even harder to witness than "a demon's true trump card."

So the instant he heard that ability being used, it meant one thing.

There were demons here.

And they had directly used their last-resort method on the spot!

Zhao Xu was not some blindly helpless Wizard waiting to die. He immediately cast a Fourth Circle Spell capable of turning the tables and screwing over the demons—

Ideal Summoning Field.

This Fourth Circle Spell of the Change School with the good descriptor transformed an area within a twelve-meter radius around him—twenty-four meters after expansion—into a region that could summon only good creatures.

From that point onward, summoned creatures would only be good versions of their original forms.

For instance, a summoned Hell Hound would automatically transform into a Celestial Beast, or another good creature of the same level.

The moment the aura of goodness burst outward from him, Zhao Xu saw the anomaly ahead—

The demons before them had ape-like bodies and grotesque heads like fat pigs. Beneath that bizarre combination were bipedal legs capable of walking upright and small wings on their backs.

Even more terrifyingly, there were more