"Strengthen the defenses!" Miller shouted.
All the Ability Users who had followed into battle did their utmost to channel Alien Energy into the Protective Shields, fending off wave after wave of incoming blade energy.
The Golden Armored Warrior's blade energy seemed endless, each strike coming in dense succession. They bombarded the continuously forming Protective Shields, shattering the shields created by the Ability Users again and again as they slowly advanced.
If the Ability Users relaxed even slightly or failed to replenish the Protective Shields in time, the blade energy would strike the Sun-Snatcher and the other Black Non-humans.
Although these Sun-Snatchers could launch enormous fireballs and other forms of Alien Energy, their physical constitutions were not particularly strong. Especially now, when they were focused on creating fireballs—if they were hit, they could only end up dead.
Naturally, the Sun-Snatcher understood this. Yet when facing the Golden Armored Warrior's successive blade-energy attacks, he showed no fear at all. Instead, he continued using his incantation to layer Alien Energy onto the fireball floating before him.
This was the well-practiced cooperation between the Sun-Snatcher and Miller. He believed Miller would not let him get hurt. He also believed Miller would deal with the attacks before them.
Empowered by the Sun-Snatcher, the fireball gradually grew to nearly four meters in diameter again. Sweat seemed to be forming on his forehead, and he could barely hold the staff in his hand steady. Even his arms were trembling. When the other Black Non-humans saw this, they all shouted, "Launch it already!"
If such a massive fireball exploded like this, all the Ability Users might be injured.
The Sun-Snatcher hesitated no longer. He swung the staff in his hand with all his strength, and the huge fireball, crackling and hissing, wobbled toward the Golden Armored Warrior.
But