"Priority is maintaining the gravity field, don't be greedy for the life of the rotten bishop, focus on those two seventh-order!"
Red Falcon Nikola gritted his teeth, commanding his subordinates to face the enemy.
Facing the numerous and aggressively attacking rotten bishops, the Imperial Agents quickly found themselves in a hard fight.
This was not the most deadly; the most dangerous was undoubtedly Rotten Saint Son Montiluo, with his silver alchemical beast being too powerful against weaker opponents. Once it caused losses, the ensuing tipping point would rapidly result in his alchemical beast splitting into more entities, completely collapsing the formation.
Red Falcon Nikola watched the acidic mist rising from the ground at the harbor.
The corrosion magic of the Rotten Saint Son's true body was also wide-ranging, and even the magical barrier could hardly fully block it.
