The high priest of Namroug was certain nothing could pass through the dark barrier surrounding the church, as it could even interfere with spatial movements. So he never suspected something to go wrong and his guard was so down his survival instinct could be compared to a firefly.
Thus, when he heard the gasps of the devil worshipers — betrayers of humanity who had thrown in their lot with him to serve Namroug, an outer God — rise from inside the church, he, who was just some steps away from its open doors, felt that something was wrong. Really, really wrong. But by then, it was already too late.
His death was at hand.
Valerius had thrown out a punch.
A cataclysmic amount of soul power was swirling within his enclosed fist, increasing the weight of his punch to that of a thousand mountains!
This was the Mountain Crasher soul skill invented by the Fire Lord, a lord-ranked wizard who was the head of the Firewood great wizard family of Serph.