Goss... Save Me!

Banshee's Wail was a direct attack on the soul.

Huo Ling had spent a long time preparing and gathering the power of laws while casting the spell. Combined with the dense layers of metamagic effects upon him, the legendary-tier Banshee's Wail possessed incomparable might.

The phantom of a banshee let out a shriek that resounded across the entire battlefield.

Though it was clearly a legendary spell that attacked the soul, ripples of sound even appeared in the surrounding air as the banshee wailed.

Even space shattered beneath that howl.

The entire battlefield echoed with the banshee's anguished scream.

Below Dewey Shortblade and the Warhammer Undead, orcs and undead were still locked in fierce battle on the ground.

Banshee's Wail was a spell that distinguished neither friend nor foe. The sound and aftershocks of the attack descended from above.

The battlefield below instantly fell still. No one knew how many orc soldiers had their souls destroyed outright by the spell's residual force.

Great numbers of orcs stood frozen in place. Their heads exploded under the attack, and their souls shattered along with them.

The skeletons facing them fared no better. Batch after batch of Skeleton Warriors died, their bones scattering across the ground as their soul flames were pulverized by that single banshee shriek.

That one strike, merely through the spell's aftershocks, killed at least two or three thousand orcs and an equal number of Skeleton Warriors, while affecting even more soldiers.

On battlefields farther away, even more orcs bled black blood from their mouths and noses. Clutching their heads, they rolled across the ground, the agonizing pain in their minds and souls nearly robbing them of all combat strength.

The spell's aftershocks alone had such an effect, let alone when the spell erupted right beside Dewey Shortblade's ears.

The instant