Battle of the Black Dragon Gate (6)

"Everyone, retreat to the barrier! Support Harry and David! Wendy, support me from inside!" Shye roared as he fired two silver slash marks toward the Soulless Heroes, forcing them to dodge to the side.

He then drew his twin elemental staffs, unleashing a barrage of firebombs and ice shards. 

Crystal fragments scattered through the air as his spells were blocked, swatted aside, or narrowly dodged.

Despite their efforts, they unfortunately could only hold on for a minute—forty whole seconds behind schedule.

Shye's plan was simple—hold the entire enemy line by himself. 

That way, he wouldn't have to worry about anyone else and could rampage freely.

Shye knew all too well that he, too, could only last a certain amount of time.

He was strong, but he wasn't delusional.

This was the only way to protect his comrades—buying them a few precious seconds to recover their stamina, replenish their mana, and tend to their wounds.