"Hold the line! Form ranks, quickly, form ranks!" The purple-robed Warlock, his face drained of all color, shrieked as he frantically waved his Magic Staff to conjure Shadow Arrows.
The red-robed Elemental Mage was also in a frantic flurry, waving his own Magic Staff to launch a scorching-hot Fireball.
The Tier Four Wanderer, seeing how dire the situation was, flickered out of sight and darted toward the flank, attempting to break away from the main charge.
However, it was too late.
The Corpse Demon's charge was shockingly fast. It made no attempt to dodge or evade, simply enduring the incoming Shadow Arrows, Fireballs, and ice spikes with its terrifyingly resilient body.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The Shadow Arrows exploded against its chest, corroding a deep pit into its flesh.
The Fireball detonated, and the ice spikes shattered into flying fragments. While all of this dealt considerable damage, nothing could halt the momentum of its charge.
