Chapter 582: Diarrhea

For this kind of mental attack, Scholars and Priests had much higher resistance. They regained their consciousness in an instant and immediately responded.

Kalalin chanted a short spell hastily and thrust his palm forward, creating a glowing ghostly hand between the monster and the Werewolf. This was a simple level 0 trick, and he no longer needed a scroll to cast such basic magic. The magical hand shoved the dazed Werewolf hard, pushing it dozens of feet away from the gaping maw that was ready to tear it to pieces.

On the other side, Alamir had completed a straightforward Divine Art. He poured a whole bottle of Holy Water (perhaps more than necessary) over the immobilized Dwarf's head while holding a Shield marked with Shuni's emblem, the long-haired lady on it shining with brilliant golden light.