Trust

Varian was pushed to dangerous limits as the injuries on his body piled up.

Even with the formations severely restricting him, his strength managed to exceed that of a mid level 9.

But facing two peak level 9 Archdukes and fifteen high level 9s rendered him helpless against the flood of attacks.

Every passing moment, his body would be struck with another lightning weapon—a spear, a bullet, a bolt, a sword, a net—and be broken down a bit more.

From the bird's viewpoint, Varian was engulfed in an almost blinding golden light. His silhouette was dark and bits and pieces of him—the dark tidbits broke apart and melted away in the flash of gold.

The whole human body was suddenly rendered with numerous holes and gaps. Even the most resilient of level 9s couldn't stand a minute under this torturous onslaught.