C132 It's Not a Good Thing to Have Good Vision

The priests spread out in all directions, calling out flames and beams of light to bombard Abadon.

However, their attacks were too weak. The fist-sized flame that reeked of alcohol and the golden beam that was as thick as two fingers shone on Abadon's body. If he didn't carefully feel it, he wouldn't even notice that it was attacking him.

Even so, Abadon had to pretend to be in pain