Soon, Rhode's pillar of Holy Light struck the black pillar.
Like a burning brand touching paper, the black pillar instantly collapsed, scattered, and vanished.
Those evil spirits let out a chorus of wails before turning to ash.
"Let's go. We can have a chat with their boss now."
Only then did Rhode put away the pillar of Holy Light.
Although it dealt extra damage to the undead, ordinary people could not get too close to it either.
He had better put it away first to avoid hurting anyone on his side.
"Right, let's move!"
Shaw and the others finally snapped out of their daze and hurried forward with their men.
Now, no one could stop them at all.
Rhode did not even need to lift a finger against the Cult of the Damned members who stubbornly resisted. Lilia cut them all down with her sword.
"Lord Darth Bloodstain, please do something!"
The remaining Cult of the Damned members were ashen-faced and trembling.
They were still mortals, after all. However devoted they were to serving the Lich King, facing such unstoppable enemies and being slaughtered as easily as ants inevitably struck fear into their hearts.
Crack! Crack!
Lilia and the others showed no mercy, continuing their slaughter.
The cultists were utterly overwhelmed by despair.
Just then, a plume of black smoke suddenly erupted from Darth Bloodstain's head.
The smoke quickly took on a shape resembling him, but much larger.
Darth Bloodstain shrieked, "Don't think you can defeat me so easily! Hahahahaha..."
"It's Dark Mirror Image! That's Lord Darth Bloodstain's ultimate technique!"
The cultists were ecstatic.
Unfortunately, before Darth Bloodstain could finish speaking, Rhode had already extended a Mage Hand.
With a thunderous rumble, like a celestial river pouring down from the heavens, the enormous fist formed by Mage Hand blazed with