In that split-second, the chiseled muscles of the daoist coiled. His complexion hardened from a tan, light-brown to a metallic silver as divine strength poured itself through his enhanced self.
As he sprung back to his feet, the land he dug his hands into was lifted as well.
"What—?!"
"Ngh!—"
"You're kidding meeee—!"
Before any of the paladins could move out of the way, the chunk of land the size of a small village they stood on was uprooted, flung from its place of origin.
Atop the thrown piece of land, the archer fixed himself onto his feet as his lengthy hair was pulled by the winds, "Stand, Vangrave! Melissa! The Paladins of Lethrunia are not so weak that this is enough to take us down!"
Although it was more of a contest of not flying off of the rapidly soaring chunk of field as Vangrave stayed on his knees, using his sword as an anchor into the soil.
