Part 2, Chapter 155 By the time they reached the south, the melee had reached its peak. “Move when the flow tilts to our side! Don’t miss the chance!” “[O Light!]” An exorcism incantation. White light, laden with holy power, flashed again and again. On the faces of the Hunters—who would never, ever retreat—resolution could be glimpsed, and upon the...
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