"Spiritual Energy Binding incoming! Brothers, prepare to strike!"
Good Pigeon shouted.
Together with his Psychic companions, they hurled fully charged binding spells and various weakening spells towards the Vampire Lord who had moved to a corner of the battlefield.
But in that moment, he saw Sir Morphy, holding swords in both hands and raising his head, the mocking and teasing expression floating on his handsome face.
"Damn! Don't use those trajectory-based spells, you idiots!"
Below, Ayu was startled and jumped while cursing loudly:
"Did you forget that Sir Morphy can reflect Spiritual Energy? Scatter!"
"It's too late."
Bound by three or four binding spells and unable to move, Morphy laughed heartily and swung the Yan Mo Blade like a baseball bat, reflexively striking back the various spells hurled at him with quick succession "whip" sounds.
