Once caught in a stalemate.
My shield would inevitably be drained to exhaustion.
As long as the enemy has enough Origin Energy, their attacks will be endless and uninterrupted.
A relentless barrage of Magic Attacks, and when that time comes, I'll be beaten repeatedly, completely on the defensive.
With this thought in mind.
Pute Abel's hand clutched the Legendary Dark Ring Staff, which was absorbing his Dark Transcendent State.
Then, with a sudden convergence, the surrounding space and light distorted somewhat.
Immediately after.
"Whoosh... Crash..."
As the converged energy burst forth, shadows spread in all directions instantaneously.
The Spiritual Hand lunged but grasped nothing.
The large Wind Blades simply hissed as they entered the dispersing shadows.
It seemed as though Tuck had anticipated the Archbishop Dark Wizard's movements.
"Whoosh..."
Rivers of Fire spewed towards the dispersing dark fog.
