"Shields!" Xi yelled hoarsely.
Pale blue waves of water struggled to form a spiritual filtering barrier, but it was instantly torn to shreds. Blood trickled from Xi's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
Legolas drove his longbow into the ground and pressed both hands against its stave.
Verdant Power of Nature radiated out from him, forming a tiny "Pure Land" that struggled to resist the spiritual pollution.
But his face visibly grew ashen.
Hector was the fiercest of them all.
Or perhaps, the Death Witchcraft of the Withered Council shared some affinity with this type of Abyssal Spiritual Attack, granting him a degree of innate resistance.
He let out a ferocious roar, and the Death Qi around him coalesced into a giant skeletal specter that enveloped him completely.
Ghostly fire blazed within the specter's eye sockets as it began to devour the incoming chaotic spiritual Power. However, the skeletal image trembled violently, and cracks continuously spiderwebbed across its form.
