Boom—!
Boom—!!
Boom—!!!
A series of explosions rang out from the 166th floor. One Magic Array after another unfolded inside and outside the main building, Abyssal Magic mixed with spatial magic as a suffocating presence spilled through the sky.
Lin Qiye stood amid the ravaged conference hall, his eyes shining like stars. The deep-blue robe behind him fluttered without wind, his lips moving as though chanting something. Dense magical elements nearly lifted the entire floor.
Within this devastating range of magical destruction, a blue figure and a figure wielding a spear collided at high speed.
Large patches of Baili Xin's clothes had already been scorched black, and his expression was incomparably grim. He felt unbearably stifled. It was not that he could not evade Lin Qiye's magic, but whenever he tried to leave the bombardment zone, Jialan would forcibly hold him back, and then the two of them would endure the magical bombardment together.
That was nothing to Jialan, but Baili Xin did not possess Immortal Guardianship. He could only rely on shields formed from fine black sand to withstand the attacks again and again. Yet Lin Qiye's magical attacks were too dense; even the shields sometimes could not be deployed in time.
Baili Xin dodged Jialan's attack, then spun around and thrust out his spear. This time, he had learned his lesson. Rather than attacking Jialan, he stabbed straight at Lin Qiye, who was chanting magic!
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes. The next moment, spatial magic shifted him to another position. He pressed his left hand against the void and slowly spoke:
"Shaping Magic, Mystic Iron Cone."
A cyan Magic Array blossomed before him. Dense black lines extended from the array, intertwining into a massive cone over three meters in radius that hovered silently in midair.
Lin Qiye immediately