Chapitre 779: Chapter 778: Battle Against The Cult

Satanya, Luci and I marched down the street towards the wall, each of our steps accompanied by the booms of the explosive spells cracking against the mana dome surrounding the other standing Deacon and his contingent of magically talented Cultists.

With my great sword in hand, I frowned as I continued to watch the various spells streak over head, the lightning bolts and fireballs illuminating the sky above as they constantly filled the airspace as they tried to breach the dome that protected the Deacon, though that dome proved to be quite the tough nut to crack.

If this barrage of powerful spells wasn't enough to break that dome open and roast the Cultists inside, then what was powerful enough?

Just how strong was the Deacon standing above us, and how strong were the Cultists aiding that lanky man?