His voice resounded like the clap of thunder, "Charge of the Victory!"
For a moment, nothing changed in the place except for his disappearance. The marching Dark Spirits continued to march forth, heading towards the place he had been standing upon until now.
But, a second later, there was a sudden change. The Dark Spirits that had been running from one direction, covering a massive area, suddenly stopped as faint arcs of lightning flashed around their bodies.
Suddenly, the patch of land under them vanished as if a trench had been dug under. As for the Dark Spirits above the patch of land, they vanished. The trench spanned a couple of hundred meters in breadth and spanned for dozens of kilometers in length.
And, at the end of the trench was a large pool of black goo, probably the resultant that remained of the innumerous Dark Spirits that had been killed by the attack.
