Arthurs, who plunged into the light, was like a large rock being lifted into the air by an explosion in a stone quarry.
As he was blasted to the ground, he also rolled over a dozen meters.
But even so, the fellow still didn't die.
He just had exceptionally tough skin and flesh.
However, at this moment, although Arthurs hadn't died, he was close to it.
As a Two-star Level potent holy Witchcraft.
The resources Tuck had poured into it were so substantial they even exceeded his own Level.
The form of the Sculpting Light Spear was enhanced; the holy power burst forth with enhancement, scorching, penetrating, and so on.
And all the investment transformed into intense holy light.
Executing a redemptive baptism of the evil and filth of the Dark Sun Church.
Arthurs lay on the lawn baptized by the aftereffects of the explosion, his body in a strange twisted posture, appearing contorted in an upper and lower direction, with a hint of artistic quality, though not much.
