The white light burst with brilliance, Anthony held the Pope Wand high, a Flash Technique illuminating the space around as well as a 'force' that had already drifted toward the abyss.
Ange sent a succession of Holy Light missiles chasing after the 'force,' exploding into clouds of black smoke, while Little Angel also emitted a beam of light, leaving a trail of black smoke.
But the Dragon Undead seemed to have set its heart on its course, drifting forward no matter what, about to plunge into the abyss.
It was here that the Big Cat opened his mouth: "Ah——"
The Dragon Sorcerer let out a cry of terror: "Ah—— ah ah ah—— oh—— woo——"
In such a condition, the Big Cat was the greatest counter to it, a fluctuation in space able to grind away a layer of its form, its screams not even coherent anymore—it was truly miserable.
Having no choice, it gathered back, then realized that Ange's psychic touch had already stuck to it.
Dragged back with a clatter and a smash.