Golden light began gathering wildly at the tip of the Holy Lance.
The light grew brighter and more blinding, as though all the light in the world had converged on that single point.
The next second, a golden beam of indescribable breadth erupted from the lance tip.
Wherever it passed, air evaporated, space twisted, and even darkness was swallowed.
The ground was as fragile as tofu before the beam, instantly vaporized into a crater hundreds of meters across.
Yet the beam lost none of its momentum, continuing to crush toward the four bosses.
Victor's pupils contracted sharply. How many times stronger was this strike than the last?!
That power had already exceeded his understanding.
"Block it! Block it!" he roared, pouring every last drop of blood energy in his body into the Blood Giant.
The Blood Giant threw back his head and roared. His body swelled again, and he crossed his arms to block the beam's path.
Still uneasy, Victor also erected dozens of blood shields before himself, each brimming with dense blood energy.
For the first time, fear appeared in David Dai's eyes, which were squeezed into narrow slits by his fat.
He opened his mouth, which split all the way to his ears, and terrifying suction erupted from the depths of his throat.
He expanded his Stomach Black Hole to its limit, dozens of meters across, attempting to swallow the golden beam.
Attis condensed all his shadow power into a massive black shield, its surface covered in shifting, eerie runes.
The Playwright stood at the rear, his face beneath his bird-beak mask deathly pale.
He opened his sketchbook. His white-gloved hand gripped a fountain pen and scrawled rapidly across the paper, its nib nearly tearing through the page.
"I grant you an Immortal Body!"
With a low shout,