This was not an unbearable defense. Under Dead Bone's control, the huge sword was transformed into hundreds of little swords, whizzing around to intercept the remaining beams of light.
The remaining two to three hundred black little swords fell like rain towards the golden figures that filled the sky.
"Not bad."
The elder steadily walked towards the left flank, while his right-wing troops began to change formation under his command.
"But this is far from enough."
Even before he had finished speaking, he was already mentally commanding the Radiant Spirits on his left-wing to change their formation.
These Radiant Spirits had different skills. Some excelled at close combat, others were good at ranged attacks and then there were those...
That emitted a brilliant golden light from their entire beings, their arms extended like embracing the sky. In front of them, one after another, hexagonal light barriers appeared.
The barriers blocked the black arrows raining down on them.
