The leader of the Quicksand Priests was anxious. In an instant, the staff and an ornament in his hand exploded simultaneously. A whirlpool of quicksand formed rapidly on the ground, wrapping up the sticky substance that was suppressing him.
The quicksand then rose, enveloping his whole body in an instant.
A high volume of arrows had a close-range impact, all swept up by the quicksand. But the whirlpool trembled incessantly and nearly shattered. Still, this onslaught was eventually repelled.
"As expected, I lack a powerful offensive magic," Du You acknowledged. He knew his Disintegration Spell had strong killing power, but it lacked in direct attack power.
As soon as the quicksand whirlpool shattered, even before the priest's leader could catch their breath, nine glowing lights, the Disintegration Spell, came crashing towards them. The Quicksand Priest, who had just exhausted his magic power, could only stare wide-eyed as the lights struck him.