Stepping forward, he executed a vertical slash.
As the yellow light dissipated, with a sharp wailing sound, the white shadow gradually vanished.
"Is that it?" Howard looked around, no new white shadow appeared.
"That's it? You wish. This is just the beginning!"
Nula retrieved a palm-sized mirror from her pouch, with silver light pulsing on its surface.
"The defense system here isn't just one spirit; it's a cycle system that uses free-floating mana to continuously generate spirits!"
Nula's words served as a signal, and the moment they fell, piercing shrieks ensued.
One after another, white shadows appeared within the hall, their numbers surpassing thirty in just two breaths' time.
Among them were even more indistinct, slender grey figures, whose hands had shed their fingers, transforming completely into blade-like forms.
