The black longswords, flickering with a matte luster, danced wildly, tracing fierce trajectories in mid-air, heading straight for the Holy Light Chantors bound by ice.
Nine-Shadow Slaying Slash!
Cliff's Last Resort!
Faced with the unstoppable black sword blade, waves of mighty energy surged forth one after another.
The dimly lit Holy Light Chantors had no power to fight back, their shattered bodies and magic wands sliced in half, soon reverted back to free energy particles.
The Holy Light Chantors were a fragile defensive ranged occupation, having suffered the dual assaults of the colossal Ice Dragon, being swiftly killed by the black Guardians came as no surprise.
Meanwhile, the Holy Light Swordbearers, once stationed around the Holy Light Chantors, had long since been frozen, unable to move, merely watching helplessly.
As for the other Holy Light Swordbearers, they were having their hands full battling the metal dragons, unable to spare a thought for this place.
