Black Mana and White Mana

The sun at the zenith was radiating high temperatures.

The scorching heat swept across the land.

Amid the boundless grasslands.

A gentle breeze continuously brushed over everyone's bodies.

Yet neither the blazing sunlight nor the faint breeze had any effect on those present.

As combatants qualified to take part in the main battlefield, even the weakest among the warrior class could smash through dozens of meters of solid stone with one hand.

As for the Spellcasting class, they could casually cast spells that insulated them from the outside temperature. There was not a single novice among them.

Coupled with full sets of enchanted armor or artifact plating.

Any one of these people, if placed in a low-level world or a low-level magicless plane, would be a vicious figure capable of effortlessly destroying nations and slaughtering continents.

But at present, they were clearly having a very hard time.

The ever-expanding black shadow in the sky had gradually occupied one-third of the vault of heaven.

Countless twisted things, like living ink, drifted ceaselessly within it.

From time to time, things resembling biological faces would appear and vanish within it, peering at everything.

It was as though behind that warped shadow lay a demonic abyss inhabited by countless monsters!

Faced with this inexplicable sight.

Although most of them possessed strong nerves, waves of ill omen still arose involuntarily in the hearts of every witness.

Making them unconsciously tighten their grips around the weapons in their hands.

Only by feeling the sense of security brought by their weapons could they muster more confidence.

At the very center of the camp.

Nine figures, surrounded by nobles and generals clad in armor or robes.

Also raised their heads and watched the ever-changing shadow overhead.

As powerful beings capable of wielding the Power of Time and Space.