Synchronization, Combined Force, Control, Contest

The Holy Walker's spells rapidly bombarded Naimus, countless surges of power erupting as though they would drown him completely.

Yet they proved useless.

The instant the spells descended, wisps of sword qi shot out, accurately striking the cores of the spells.

The power of fortune came into play, disrupting the spells' coordination.

By the time those spell chains reached Naimus, their original output of several thousand had been converted into dozens of spells with values of only a hundred each.

Spells like that falling upon Naimus were like raindrops falling upon the earth.

Other than making the elemental aura around Naimus increasingly dense, they achieved no effect whatsoever.

The automatic damage reduction high-level lifeforms possessed against low-value power was already enough for Naimus to ignore these spells, which had failed to link together and exert their force.

"Unfortunately, you're still lacking," Naimus said softly. He did not move from his position, nor did he take the initiative to attack.

Instead, he swept his gaze around, waiting for the others to make their move.

Hays purged the defeatist emotions Naimus had previously transmitted into him through the artificial soul. Once his mental state recovered, his value rose back to two thousand.

He exchanged looks with Adrian and Alice in the distance, knowing that in their current state, they would not be Naimus's match if they continued fighting alone.

They were like the Holy Walker's spell chains. If unleashed separately, the damage they caused would be extremely limited.

Only by joining together and forming a coordinated attack could they unleash power beyond their limits.

But the Holy Walker's spells were all cast by one person, whose mental power could synchronize, allowing them to cooperate with one another.

They, however, were different people—competitors, even.

Making them synchronize with one another was practically like