Fortress No. 192.
Richard, holding the dark gold World Tree staff, smashed the head of a wizard standing before him with a grave expression.
A soft Holy Light enveloped his body, rendering the spiritual attacks from the Mayflies as useless as waves crashing against a rock.
Divine Protection, one of the high-level Divine Arts mastered by Ulysses.
This Divine Art could create a triple defense barrier over the target by consuming a large amount of the Power of Faith, protecting against physical, energy, and spiritual attacks.
it was an excellent defensive spell.
"How many have we killed?" Richard asked casually.
Beside him, Ulysses's eyes gleamed faintly, constantly scanning the surroundings.
"Three hundred and two. These Mayflies seem to be forming a formation. We better hurry."
Richard's brow furrowed, and then he opened the Secret Realm Rift. Instantly, a snake king tens of meters long slithered out from the rift.
"Haha, is it finally my turn to act?"
