At the same time, outside the manor.
"Rumble—"
Within the estate that had already become a battlefield, a deafening roar erupted like a Nuclear Explosion, turning the terrible impact into a storm that ravaged the entire grounds and swept away everything on the ground.
The once beautiful estate had, at some point during the fierce melee, become riddled with holes and utterly ruined. Whether it was the fountain facing the Great Gate, the exquisite and luxurious gardens, the pavilion beside the babbling stream, or the flowers, grass, trees, and other decorations, all of them looked as though they had been bombarded by artillery fire, blasted into wreckage.
Broken stones and rubble flew everywhere, dust and sand swirled through the air, and Shockwaves erupted again and again like explosions. To the buildings on the ground, this was practically a natural disaster of catastrophic proportions. The only reason they had not completely collapsed yet was thanks to the many barriers the Holy Sword Church's priests had set up here earlier, blocking most of the aftershocks from the battle.
Even so, as the battle continued, the entire estate became increasingly unstable, nearly on the verge of collapse.
It could not be helped. After all, the pairs fighting fiercely here were either Amber Rank existences or beings comparable to the Amber Rank.
There were a full twelve powerhouses capable of matching Lv.8 individuals here, fighting one-on-one and forcing this estate to bear the burden of six Lv.8 battlefields. It would have been strange if it had not turned out like this.
Especially Naisha and Darkness, who were battling at the highest point. Both of them were genuine spellcasters. On the Akasha Continent, they were mages who relied primarily on magic in battle and had no particular aptitude for close combat.
Thus, once the two