All thirty-six Floating Crystal Cones activated, transforming into a silver storm that split into four streams.
Like drills, they bored toward the Soul Fires within the four skeletal guards' skulls.
At the same time, he extended both hands. With his left, a Frost Ash Beam swept out, its purple light engulfing the two guards in front of him.
With his right, a Scorching Beam condensed into an extremely thin, bright white thread that shot straight for Murphy's chest.
Murphy snorted coldly, forced to interrupt part of his Spell.
A Shield of Soul Wail, formed from countless souls, instantly materialized before him.
HISS!
The Scorching Beam struck the Soul Shield. Its Yang Flame properties clashed violently with the Death Energy, creating a piercing sizzle of annihilation.
The Soul Shield fluctuated violently, a deep pit seared into it, but the beam failed to penetrate completely.
Meanwhile, Ian's storm of Crystal Cones had engaged the skeletal guards.
