Matt looked at his sobbing little brother and quietly signaled the others with his eyes. Their father understood at once and hugged T.K. Takaishi tightly. Just as Tai worried about his little sister, Matt and his father were equally unwilling to let T.K. risk his life.
Patamon noticed what everyone was doing, but with so many Ultimate Digimon threatening him at once, he lost his nerve and could only keep his mouth shut.
Then Wizardmon, who had arrived with Joe Kido, waved his staff and conjured a gray barrier around T.K., blocking out every sound from outside.
Compared with humans, Digimon were simply too powerful. Take going upstairs, for example. Without an elevator, an ordinary person would need two hours to climb the stairs to the roof, while a Digimon only needed to flap its wings. WereGarurumon could not fly, but he climbed the outer wall just as quickly as MetalGreymon. Tortoise Chancellormon was the slowest. He took off his shell and placed it beneath his feet. Perhaps because he was too heavy, the ancient-looking shell could only rise little by little. Even so, it was still much faster than a human climbing the stairs.
"Tai, don't worry. Your sister will be safe for now. When it comes to magic, I'm the professional." As Wizardmon spoke, he jabbed his staff here and there in the air, each thrust bursting a cloud of blood mist.
"This spell was developed from Medusa's Blood Temple. It drains the life force of the weak over a wide area. There wasn't enough time for me to destroy its foundational runes, so I left my own mark inside the spell instead. Once it activates, it will draw on my power. With my strength, I can buy you ten minutes." Wizardmon's face grew slightly pale. Altering the