Starving Mad
A lanky mummy over two meters tall, its entire body wrapped in strips of cloth, burst out of the black crystal sarcophagus and seized Hercules by the neck, lifting him off the ground as easily as if he were a chick. The "Magic" Saint let out a reflexive scream and hurled the fireball in his hand.
"Get him!"
The passionate flute music somehow sounded like a trumpet call. The "Music" Saint activated his ability almost at the same time, and everyone immediately felt invigorated. Their strength and reflexes both improved by more than a notch.
Boom!
Sparks flew everywhere!
The basketball-sized fireball was casually slapped apart by the lanky mummy holding the "Strength" Saint by the neck. At the same time, it stomped heavily on the ground, shattering the ice arrows shooting in from every direction, while an even more ferocious wave of extreme cold surged back.
"Makuru..."
The "Witchcraft" Saint waved his staff. Paper airplanes flew out from his sleeves, soaring into the air before diving toward the lanky mummy. Accompanied by various curse-killing arts, they surged forward like a tide.
He had miscalculated. The prehistoric hero inside the black crystal sarcophagus had suddenly rushed out and attacked two of their Saints, even taking one hostage. It was completely beyond his expectations.
The "Word Spirit" Saint held a hardcover notebook with a beast-hide cover and wrote furiously with a quill. In the unseen realm, he stirred his word-spirit power and imposed an abstruse influence on his target.
With a loud whoosh, the hardcover notebook with the beast-hide cover turned into a ball of flame, and the quill burned along with it. Sophia Green hurriedly let go, her face turning deathly pale.
Although word spirits were mysterious, when compared with a difference in power rank, an overwhelming gap