The small demon was summoned, then the small demon was dismissed.

Everything actually happened within just a few seconds.

The sword blade rotated, cleaving through the attack once again.

Naimes had waited for his reinforcements.

Tangs, enveloped in black energy, leaped over Pur who had been sent flying by golden threads coalescing into a whip, charging straight toward the old priest.

Simultaneously, green-black flames ignited around Tangs' fist as he directly smashed it toward the old priest.

Demonic Spell·Sacrificial Flame!

Burning oneself, enhancing the flame's power through pain sacrifice, and causing excruciating pain upon hitting the enemy.

Most small demons are purely physical and don't possess spell-like abilities.

But once they reach Steel Seed level and become true demons, even in this temporary elevated state, they awaken certain spell-like abilities.

The type of spell-like ability gained varies depending on the evolution path.

Although Kullog was just a small demon, it actually already possessed some standard demon configurations.

The infusion of temporary power activated this part of its abilities.

So it awakened relevant spell-like abilities;

from the abilities shown, its evolution direction was most likely toward pain demons or similar magic-oriented paths.

This type of demon represents a common category - pain warlocks, one branch of mages, actually originated from such demons.

Moreover, most warlock-type casters maintain close connections with demons.

Tangs' fist, wrapped in sacrificial flame, only needed to touch the old priest's body slightly - with his aged physique, the pain would utterly destroy him.

"Demon!" the old priest showed no fear whatsoever.

He possessed rich combat experience.

Just a pain demon, after all.

Ripples appeared around his body, followed by the emergence of a white flame.

Divine Art·Sacred Flame.

The moment this flicker of flame appeared, it triggered a violent reaction with the sacrificial flame.

"Ahhhhh!" Tangs screamed in agony but still didn't stop, his fist wrapped in both flames punching forward.

The demon's immortal trait supported him, preventing instant incineration.

But simultaneously, because of the Breath of Holy Commandment, all these demonic powers were converted by the breathing technique and weren't suppressed by the sacred attribute of the Sacred Flame.

This resulted in the punch somewhat exceeding the old priest's expectations, breaking through the Sacred Flame's protection.

Watching the fist mere inches away and the flames that seemed ready to spread to him any second, the old priest remained unflustered.

His body was already pulled by some force, rapidly retreating backward, even floating mid-air.

Countless golden threads surrounded him, pulling his body, making him appear like a Saint stepping into paradise.

"What a pity, evil always arrives one step too late... ah!" Before the old priest could finish, an excruciating pain struck him.

In that instant just now, though not truly hit, Kullog had transmitted the pain sensation Tangs previously suffered.

The feeling of pain crossed the distance and landed on the old priest's body, already greatly diminished.

But his aged body trembled violently from the intense pain, his mouth gasping for air yet little breath entering.

The old priest hooked his fingers, strands of golden threads piercing his chest, quickly resolving his breathing problem.

Before the old priest could recover, a black shadow already descended upon him.

The four-meter-tall Pur, leaping up instantly, used his Bone Fin trait to reduce his body weight, allowing him to soar through the air.

As his fist smashed down, the old priest's body was once again pulled and dragged by threads, changing position through this method to evade.

"And feather-air snakes..." The ripples of invisible entities around were sensed by the old priest just in advance.

It turned out the feather-air snakes controlled by Op had already lurked in the surroundings at this moment.

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His positioning had errors.

The seawater greatly interfered with his control over the illusion.

In this illusory world with certain visual displacements, the actual distances and positions still had some differences.

And he, as the caster, due to excessive mental exhaustion, had lost precise control over positioning.

The old priest's mental power spread out, his Supernatural Perception expanding, already hearing something jumping out of the water.

"Naimes?!" The old priest understood instantly.

Whether Tangs' attack, or Pur and the feather-air snakes - they were all coordinating to force him toward Naimes' position.

Naimes, restricted by the Commandment Technique to ten-step movement, had already evaded 'Jacques' with one sword move.

Secret Sword·Nether Crow Crossing!

Naimes appeared beside the old priest as if teleporting, the blade hidden behind his arm instantly revealing itself.

A sword thrust from below upward, as if intending to slice the old priest in half instantly.

"Exquisite tactics." The old priest's body rippled momentarily.

In that moment, Naimes' sword seemed to pass through his body, causing no damage whatsoever.

"Unfortunately, feasible tactics don't equate to sufficient power."

"That unexpected pain earlier was actually your last chance to harm me."

The old priest's body was pulled away by golden threads, flying into the distance.

"Reality and illusion exchanged?" Naimes frowned, roughly understanding why Isabella's mutual destruction attempt had failed earlier.

Isabella's large-scale Sacred Flame had burned the Oath Rope he left in the church, which was why he didn't witness the final outcome.

"But how could this be a spell that an aged Steel Seed priest could cast?"

Power involving such reality-illusion transformation required at least Gold Seed level to achieve, and even if the old priest used all his strength to cast it once, why could he use it a second time now?

This was absolutely abnormal.

Naimes quickly calculated - he had used six steps with his secret sword, leaving only four steps remaining in this period.

Moreover, if he couldn't discover the secret behind the old priest's reality-illusion transformation, then even if he found another opportunity to attack, he probably couldn't defeat his opponent, instead wasting his own power.

"His final teaching to Isabella was about the essence of spells." Naimes had only heard this one sentence.

Naimes had rough speculation about this;

he wasn't really a caster, but he still had some understanding.

"Casters need prolonged preparation, gathering sufficient casting materials to perform spells far beyond their level."

"So, did the old priest use some special casting materials?" When Naimes brought people over, he had already seen the church collapsed.

And the church was where the old priest stayed the longest - with the church gone, where else could he prepare his spells?

Naimes' gaze involuntarily turned toward the village.