If not for the two swordsmen supporting him from behind, he would have fallen flat on his back.
The Soul Spear, after being blocked by a shield, continued its path and struck a rock, turning into a puff of black smoke and disappearing. Miss Priestess was so frightened she nearly screamed, but still held back, instinctively wanting to cast a spell on Little Fatty.
However, the archer behind her held her back, preventing her from taking action.
Fang Hong witnessed this scene and could not help but raise his evaluation of them. If the priestess cast spells in the darkness, the glow from the divine staff might attract more attacks.
"It's so cold, why is it suddenly so cold?"
The musketeer suddenly shivered.
At this moment, Gita completed her spell.
She placed her hand on the silver pages, lowering her eyelids behind the giant lens and murmured softly:
"The cold wind is biting—"
