The Red Clan charged again, Owen Bertram snorted coldly, and once again waved his sleeve.
Whoosh——
Spiritual energy surged out and landed on the faintly black shields first. With a crack, the shields shattered, followed by the shattering of the two ensuing shields with two additional cracks. The gust of spiritual energy into the leader head-on, making him feel a sudden darkness before his eyes. He instantly noticed the divine artifact's power leaving his body rapidly...But at this very moment, a sleeve slapped heavily onto his face like a giant slap.
The leader's mind buzzed, stars filled his vision, he was slapped into the air, falling heavily on the ground again.
