Chapter 1272 - Looming

The black flies spread alongside a haze of golden dust, the undead disappeared amidst the mass manifested by his own innate abilities, as Antieeld watched with an unchanging expression despite understanding that being touched by either of those things basically meant absolute defeat. Only Griar could perhaps get away with it thanks to his unique battle art, but for others? The amount of sheer power that would be required to fight off the innate abilities of a Minor Lord was simply too high to be sustained. Anyone would eventually break–In regards to resilience throughout a period of time… No one could really shrug such things off consistently. Anyone would end up fatigued and vulnerable.