His voice was low and firm, each word seemingly imbued with a mysterious power. As the spell was recited, a sudden gale swept through the room, howling as it threatened to extinguish the flickering torches. The light flickered, as if countless mysterious forces were surging.
The black-clothed individuals were startled by the sudden change and stopped their attack. They looked around in fear, their eyes filled with terror. The leading black-clothed man looked incredibly displeased and shouted, "Don't panic, this is merely their trivial trick!" But a hint of panic betrayed his voice.
Next, a gigantic figure emerged from the light. It was a Guardian clad in armor, holding a gigantic sword. His armor shimmered with golden light, as if forged from the hardest metal. His eyes conveyed authority and power, as if they could see through all evil. Once the Guardian appeared, he immediately brandished his giant sword and charged at the black-clothed individuals.
