"Hehe, there's no need to be surprised, Holy Knight Commander, this is merely one form of the Holy Light's Blessing."
Scot squinted his old eyes slightly, looking around contentedly at the guardian soldiers in their Black Fog forms, resembling walking corpses. He smiled and said, "During the duration of the spell, these soldiers will be in an invincible state that cannot be defeated by any means, not even spatial magic can draw them into the Void Space."
"In this way, as soon as those summoned ancient entities step into this area, they will be subjected to indiscriminate fierce attacks, enough to annihilate any Tier 5 Powerhouse."
Gently stroking his beard, Scot added, "They're just fulfilling their duty to guard the Saint King better, right?"
"And what happens once the spell's duration ends?"
Jered felt the dense death energy constantly sweeping over and questioned further.
Yet, from his grief-stricken expression, it was clear he already knew the answer.
