Countless enemy soldiers with murderous intent grinned horribly, raising their weapons to launch a fierce attack towards us once again.
"Illusion Spirit Race, don't struggle there, you're about to die together with your master!"
On the city wall of the inner city, Gusta's gaunt face was full of grimness as he looked towards Snowy, who was panting heavily not far away.
The roots here were noticeably denser than in the outer city, countless roots like giant worms squirmed and intertwined, to the point that the city wall's original appearance was unrecognizable, leaving only a bloody and dark mass.
Snowy's breath was weak, her chest rising and falling violently.
The ubiquitous roots greatly disrupted her illusion technique, while Gusta opposite her seemed unaffected. With the addition of his anti-magic power, Snowy was quickly at a severe disadvantage.
