Here, Jeros's golden, slitted pupils seemed to see something. Without any hesitation, he casually picked up a potion and drank two bottles in succession.
Instantly, his entire face almost turned black.
He casually drew the silver-white greatsword from his back. Such a massive greatsword was wielded by him twice as if it were a mere branch. "As expected, it has appeared."
Father Anthony's eyes widened as he looked at the sky, clutching his firearm tightly. "Is this a Giant Resentful Spirit!?"
"A top-tier combat power of Sequence Three, a Giant Resentful Spirit," Jeros said, then drew a few strange symbols in the air with his left hand. Afterward, sparks of electricity appeared between his fingers.
Then, tapping it on the sword's body, the greatsword was instantly covered in lightning.
This was one of the basic skills of a Demon Hunter: Lightning Mastery. By enhancing the body's bioelectricity through potions, and in accordance with mystical sigils, tangible lightning was formed.
"Giant Resentful Spirits are of ethereal constitution and are weak to lightning. Apply lightning talismans," Jeros said loudly.
The five combat priests, upon hearing this, immediately took out pieces of paper covered in strange characters, resembling Taoist talismans, from their pockets.
Then, they clenched the talismans, infused them with Spiritual Energy, and rubbed them vigorously against their weapons.
Crackle! Instantly, dazzling lightning covered their weapons.
Crack! Crack!
While the others were looking at the sky with grave expressions, their bodies tensed and ready for battle, Silas was completely bewildered, seeing nothing, only hearing the sound of the deck denting.
Looking down, he saw two sunken footprints on the blood-soaked deck, as if stepped on by some enormous monster.
However, Silas couldn't see anything, not even a phantom.
"A Sequence Three monster requires at least thirty points of Spirit Vision to be seen. No wonder I can't see it," Silas thought.
"Seal its range of movement with blood-silver bullets. Don't let it devour other souls to strengthen itself," Jeros said, then rushed forward swiftly.
Of the seven Exorcist Nuns nearby, six took out their firearms and fired a volley into the sky. The remaining nun, wielding dual blades, also imbued her weapons with lightning and engaged in close combat.
Under Silas's gaze, he saw a large amount of green smoke, as if something was being corroded, constantly appearing in the air.
And Jeros, with one slash of his sword, conducted terrifying lightning through an invisible body. Silas, following the path of the lightning, vaguely saw a massive arm at least three meters long.
"Damn, how big is this thing exactly?" Silas's eyes widened.
Jeros was fighting very seriously at this moment, slashing while nimbly dodging, and simultaneously, constantly pulling out some kind of bombs and darts from his waist.
However, the monster seemed very powerful. Suddenly, Jeros's body was violently flung away.
"Mas…" Silas was just about to cry out when he heard the sound of shattering glass.
Jeros, who had been sent flying, seemed unharmed; only an invisible shield around him had shattered.
"This should be a Spiritual Energy Shield, right?" Silas knew this skill; Priests also had it.
Jeros drew another sigil with his hand, and a new Spiritual Energy Shield appeared. While charging forward, he said to Silas, "Don't just stand there. Continue your work. As long as I'm alive, it won't touch you."
Hearing this, Silas immediately snapped back to his senses. Feeling that some of his Spiritual Energy had recovered, he continued his work.
This time, Jeros's attacks were even fiercer. The greatsword in his hand flew up and down, attacking relentlessly.
"Watch out!" the dual-blade-wielding nun shouted at Father Anthony.
Because she saw the monster suddenly turn, its huge claws swiping towards Father Anthony.
Father Anthony, seeing this, instantly tensed his body and leaped back three meters.
"Tail!" another nun shouted!
Father Anthony suddenly turned his head, only then realizing that this resentful spirit actually had a tail.
"Not good!"
If that tail struck, Father Anthony would be severely injured, if not killed.
At the critical moment, Jeros, beside him, quickly drew a circle in the air with his palm, and then a hazy white light appeared on his palm.
Then, he thrust his palm forward forcefully.
Buzz, buzz, buzz…
As a sound like vibrating air was heard, a powerful air cannon directly pushed the resentful spirit's tail away, saving Father Anthony's life.
"Phew, phew! Thank you!" Father Anthony said with immense gratitude.
Jeros, in his hoarse, calm voice, said, "Continue the attack."
Father Anthony, upon hearing this, made a triangular symbol with his hands in front of his chest, chanted an unintelligible scripture in a low voice, and then a faint mist appeared on his body.
Instantly, his body's aura rose to a new level.
"Using Faith Amplification!" Anthony said, charging forward.
The other priests nodded upon hearing this, immediately used the same skill, and charged.
Thus, one could see, on the battlefield where the deck creaked, masts constantly broke, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and bullets rained down, a little Priest was diligently delivering one pitiful soul after another, completely ignoring the raging battle behind him.
This Giant Resentful Spirit was truly very powerful. Under Jeros's leadership, and besieged by thirteen people, it took nearly forty minutes, and at the cost of two priests being severely injured, to finally take down this monster of unknown appearance.
However, after the monster fell, the crowd did not feel much joy, because all of their Spirit Vision had increased by two points.
This was not something to be happy about.
This was also the fundamental reason why everyone feared the mystical. Here, after defeating an enemy, one would not receive rich spoils and a sense of accomplishment from overcoming a challenge, as in other worlds. There was only the helpless and despairing feeling of gradually approaching the abyss, unable to resist.
After dealing with the resentful spirit, everyone supported each other, panting for breath.
Jeros was also somewhat winded, but his expression remained calm and composed.
Silas was now kneeling on the ground, clutching his stomach, his face pale, and large beads of sweat constantly forming on his forehead. The side effects of the potion were very strong. After the nausea, there was an excruciating pain in his abdomen, as if it were being churned by a knife. At the same time, Silas felt that his mouth had lost all sensation, and his throat and esophagus were filled with an intense burning feeling.
"Drink the second drop of the Reversion Potion," Jeros said.
Silas, upon hearing this, endured the pain and drank the second drop of the Reversion Potion.
Instantly, the pain was somewhat relieved.
"How many are left?" Jeros asked.
Silas took out a handkerchief, wiped his sweat, and said, "There were a total of 36 souls remaining at the beginning. 23 have been delivered so far. Just now, due to the appearance of the giant one, 7 souls suddenly disappeared. There are now 6 left."
"How much more time do you need?"
"I need to rest for ten minutes. It's estimated to take thirty minutes," Silas said, pressing his forehead.
Jeros nodded with satisfaction. "The efficiency is already much faster than I imagined. Keep it up."