At the same time, the soldiers' awe toward Phield only deepened.
The stronger their forces became, the greater their sense of security.
"As expected, this skill has an incredibly high ceiling." Phield was delighted.
After three consecutive attacks, Gogris began to run out of strength. Her body swayed, yet she stubbornly endured without saying a word.
Phield saw through it instantly. "Don't push yourself. Look how pale your face is."
The divine power of a Divine Chosen was not infinite. A weapon of such destructive force could not be used endlessly.
"If we switch to physical bolts, I can keep going," Gogris insisted.
"It's fine. You've already done more than enough. Leave the rest to the soldiers."
As the corrupted corpses approached within range—
Phield raised his hand. "Fire!"
