Alistair's sleeves fluttered, transforming into sharp blades. Wherever they passed, screams filled the air.

Several heavy blows landed as seven martial kings finally found an opening and struck viciously against his protective energy.

Although no blood was spilled, Alistair still felt an unbearable heaviness crush against his chest. He silently cursed, 'Damn it!'

If this kept up, he would eventually be worn down and killed.

For the first time, panic flickered in Alistair's heart. No matt