"Kill!"
The man leading this group issued a chilling command, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty light. Moving swiftly, he reached an extreme speed, his hands waving, as pale fingers crazily grew into elongated nails. Fearsome fangs also protruded from his mouth, the sight of which was truly terrifying.
The other dozens of people similarly sprouted elongated nails and fearsome fangs, their bodies shooting forward like ghosts.
In an instant, the five white-robed bishops holding scepters were enveloped in holy white light, clashing fiercely with the group.
White light and blood-red light collided, the white seeming to particularly suppress the red. Although there were only four of them, they completely held back the opposing dozens.
Roar!
A cold and angry roar burst forth from the pale-faced man at the head, as a terrifying aura burst from him, and a pair of black wings unfurled from his back.
