The distance between both parties shrunk from one-hundred yards to less than a yard. Black flames engulfed the horse's hooves as they trampled on the red Bishop's chest. If they made contact with the red Bishop, half his body would be crushed.
"Holy shield!"
There was no time for the red Bishop to cast any attacking divine spells, he did not dare to sacrifice his life in exchange anyway. In his eyes, Nailisi was a death mage, so even if she was killed, she would still be able to transform her soul instantaneously to become a high-level soul witch.
Training over a period of time would still allow a soul witch to preserve her body and become a lich. As for him, if his body was crushed, he could only pray that the Gods would still remember him and allow him to be revived in heaven.
