The undying battle spirit burning deep within their souls makes them David's strongest and sharpest blades.
The witch knights moved in perfect harmony, charging at the enemy lines with the speed of lightning.
Their footsteps broke through the void, each step stirring up gales and storms as they slew the shadows of the writhing worms and wailing specters.
Between their wielding of spears and longswords, streaks of Sword Qi containing the essence of war law shot forth, slicing open silvery white fissures in the air like thunder tearing through enemy defenses.
Hill stood at the edge of the pinnacle cliff, clad in silver-white armor, his scars underscoring his resilience.
He grasped his longsword, staring firmly at the dense Holy Light barrier ahead, a barrier meticulously laid by the Holy Light God himself to protect the entire corridor of doom.
Yet, even this tight defense could not withstand being torn by this new army led by David, infused with the ancient war power.
