Being Blind For Five Years, All My Disciples Became Forbidden Curse Mages

It was fine to come in and fight the Undead, but they had disappeared. This was not a good thing.

The Undead did not know that they had been discovered, so they would not escape. They must be hiding somewhere.

Xiang Yu's characteristics could only be used tomorrow. If there is another large-scale Lightning Strike Spell, he would not be able to do anything.

Fang Ping kept using Special Ability Enhancement to search for the Undead in the coniferous forest, but he could not find them.

The team moved slowly. There were scouts scouting a little further away, and everyone was looking around warily.

"That's strange. There's really nothing."

Fang Ping felt very puzzled. When he walked into the coniferous forest, he could no longer see the Undead. He looked deeper into the coniferous forest but could not see them either.

They were all not there. Could it be that they had flown?

He looked up at the sky. The straight conifer tree. The noon sun shone on the top of the tree. The dark green leaves were covered in a layer of gold.

The leaves of the coniferous tree were slender and could not hide anything.

There was no snow here either. He wouldn't be hiding in the snow like Harvey the Gnome.

Or were they hiding underground?

Fang Ping lacked theoretical knowledge and did not have much understanding of the Undead. According to Fang Ping's previous understanding, the Undead should not have a physical body and could hide casually in the trees and soil.

However, in this world, if one wanted to pass through trees and burrow into the ground, they needed to have a characteristic to permeate. Ghosts did not have this characteristic.

Oh right, if they were just digging holes in the ground and the trees were cut open, it was not impossible for them to hide in them.

Of course, the others had also thought of this possibility. The Vatican had summoned a row of Normal-level creatures to investigate the traps, pits, and trees at the front.

"The temperature here is not right. Stay vigilant."

Teacher Elsa's voice rang out. Fang Ping quickly gripped his cane tightly. The temperature was not right. Was it an Ice Spirit?

Before Elsa could finish speaking, a large group of blue ice spirits and cold spirits floated out of the pit. They waved their wispy arms, and blue ice arrows appeared out of thin air and flew past the soldiers at the periphery.

Their target was Fang Ping's team.

There were more than a hundred spirits. This round of attacks was not something Fang Ping's team could withstand.

"The Prayer of Life."

"Life Forbidden Spell."

"Life Forbidden Spell."

"Devil Armor Forbidden Spell."

The Vatican in front of them was also very fast. Golden light flashed around them, and everyone was blessed with at least two skills.

Fang Ping was just about to use the Magic Armor Forbidden Spell on himself when three purplish-blue Magic Shields surrounded him. He put down his staff.

The dense ice arrows smashed down, and blue and white ice shards splattered everywhere. All kinds of light shone, and gorgeous fireworks were lit in the dark conifer forest.

The crossbowmen immediately counterattacked. Arrows pierced through the spirit's body one after another. The color of the Ice Spirit's body, which was opaque to begin with, faded, and some disappeared.

"They're all summoned creatures! Continue to be vigilant! Fang Ping's team, shrink the formation!"

Upon hearing Elsa's words, Fang Ping noticed that the Ice Spirit and the Cold Spirit both had a hexagram mark on them.

After summoning more than a hundred spirits, their number of summoners would not be small.

What was the use of the Ice Spirit? Killing Fang Ping's team by force? It did not seem to mean much.

The weakness of Fang Ping's team makes them more valuable keeping than destroying it.

Because if they let them free, the others would have to divert their attention to protect the team.

Fang Ping looked at the Vatican in front of him. They turned around and looked at Fang Ping's team.

Wasn't he just diverting his attention to protect her now?

This was the Undead's goal, right? Attack Fang Ping's team, let the team stay where they were, and attract everyone's rest.

Stay where you are.

Fang Ping raised his head and looked above him. The tree was swaying slightly.

Something was coming.

Black shadows floated down from the top of the tree, landed around the team, and landed in the middle of the crowd.

"Ahhh!"

A shrill scream sounded.

The white cloth on the Terror Spirit's body rolled. Terror had taken effect.

Feature Fear: There is a one-fourth probability every ten seconds that a random summoned creature within the range will cancel its summoning, or an enemy will enter a state of fear and be unable to move. Duration: ten seconds.

"Mages, thick fog!"

A large area of fog filled the air, and theTerror Spirit's attacks were stopped. They stuck close to the soldiers and were unable to pull away. At the same time, the soldiers entered a state of fear and could not move at all.

Fang Ping looked at the white fog and the Terror Spirits mixed with the soldiers. He did not know what would happen next.

With three Legendary big shots holding the line, they would not lose, but how many people would die…

Fang Ping held his cane. He wanted to use Purification and Life Forbidden Spell, but he did not know who to use it on.

He vaguely recalled the time when he was lying in the carriage in the cave tunnel. The vice-captain of the Lord's Guards muttered beside him.

Being a Forbidden Spellcaster could not save humans.

Fang Ping also felt a sense of powerlessness now. There were so many people. How many could he save?

After a while, the Terror Spirit's shriek sounded again. Many soldiers were afraid and could not move.

The thick fog had already slowly faded in this empty place. When the fog disappeared, the battle would begin.

The crossbowmen who were close to him, the combat Nuns who did not have superimposed Faith, and the Lord's Guards who did not have a distance to charge.

The disadvantage was too great.

"Converge!"

Fang Ping's team was located at the center of the team. Archbishop Fao walked to Fang Ping's team and gave the order.

As the fog became fainter, Fang Ping could see Archbishop Fao clearly. She was standing diagonally in front of Fang Ping. The metal-shelled book in her hand was slowly opened.

The edges of the golden-red book that was engraved with complicated patterns lit up with golden light. As the book was opened, a translucent light wave passed through Fang Ping's body like a ripple on the surface of a lake, expanding continuously.

The ripples did not affect Fang Ping, but when they reached the outer circle and hit the ghosts, their colors faded a little.

A super large-scale attack?

The fact that Archbishop Fao could attack meant that the effect of the fog had disappeared. The Terror Spirit also attacked. Its pitch-black palm threw out Shadow Bullets that hit the soldiers without any reaction.

Everyone's luck was so good that they all dealt 0 damage?

It's most definitely not the case.

Archbishop Fao's body kept shining with white light as she was being healed.

"Characteristic Protection, everyone, attack!"

The archbishop's words resolved the soldiers' doubts. With someone taking the damage for them, it was no different from being invincible. Everyone fought back.

Fang Ping had the Protection Potion and knew what the Protection characteristics was.

Looking at Archbishop Fao, she was strong and dedicated. She was really worthy of respect.

In the dark coniferous forest.

The metal-shelled book glowed with golden light, shining on Archbishop Fao, making her look especially holy.

The translucent light wave quickly spread out with Archbishop Fao's body as the center.

The ghosts were hit by the light wave, and their bodies became faint. Some ghosts directly disappeared.

There was no need to worry about being injured. The soldiers' counterattack was even bolder. The crossbowmen fired at close range. The crossbow bolts passed through the ghosts and pierced their teammates at the back, but they were not injured at all.

Someone would bear the injuries for them.