"L-Lord Father…"
The elderly back, with its rather small muscle volume, didn't seem like it would hold.
But strangely, to Kiin, that very same back felt utterly comforting and safe, as though nothing would be able to get past it.
For the next few moments, nothing indeed managed to get past Dweezel's golden guard.
The aged warrior stood tall, gritting his teeth while defending against Shye's attack—the familiar purple glow of soul arts subtly present in his eyes.
Dweezel employed one of his strongest defensive skills and enhanced his attributes beforehand through the forbidden ways of the soul.
Yet, he was still struggling hard to defend, and he felt like his bony arms would snap.
But it didn't, and soon, Shye's attack was contained.
Dweezel and his fifteenth offspring were safe for now.
