Atlan hovered above the terrified Pseudo Canzers. They trampled and ran over each other as they tried to get as far away as they could from his Angel Wings. They were scared to death.
He moved forward, and the Canzers pushed themselves into a corner opposite him. He was like a dog herding sheep. He carefully guided the lost and horrified Canzers toward the corner of the warehouse. Those at the back quickly jumped over those in the front in a bid to be the one farthest away from him.
They didn't know that it didn't matter. They would all die anyway.
Atlan raised his slingshot and aimed it at the mass of monsters. This time, he didn't use his Physique LifeSkill to store energy in the bands.
He manifested a giant hand to grasp his Apocalyptic Hellfire LifeSkill once again. And just like before, a bluish-green fire erupted in the super condensed steel ball, growing larger as the magic flowed out of his body and into the slingshot.