Iron Oak Plain.
"Nasha! Purification Domain!"
Adam's command was concise and powerful.
Standing slightly higher at the rear, his hands enveloped in dense bloodlight, he rapidly constructed a complex spell model.
Not for killing, but a [Blood Curse], targeting the low-level Clawed Beast group behind those few Soul Devourers.
"Understood!"
Pokanasha's petite figure nimbly blocked in front and to the side of Adam, her hands holding an Alchemy Holy Emblem emitting a platinum-colored glow.
A warm, pure light beam descended, spreading rapidly outward from her center to form a small [Holy Ground].
The purple-black mist enveloping the Soul Devourer's bodies collided with this barrier, instantly sizzling and smoking, their movements becoming extraordinarily sluggish.
Adam's curse also fell in time, the affected Beast group plunged into chaotic self-collision.
"Alchemy Bomb! Sector 4!" a captain of the Night Watcher squad with an injured arm roared.
