"Hey, hey, hey, keep going! Keep hitting me! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Why are you being so slow and indecisive? Don't think these little balls can touch the great Mr. Zuo Mi! What about that Morningstar Spell you used earlier? Hurry up and get excited again! I'm getting impatient!"
Gray-black spheres formed a dense barrage like a raging storm, ravaging every inch of the battlefield. The shockwaves from each explosion illuminated the darkening sky as brightly as day. Every roaring mushroom cloud, accompanied by spiraling storms of laws, was enough to overturn a vast city. Yet at this moment, explosions of such earthshaking density had already spread like a carpet across the broad rocky plain.
Of course, these terrifying Morningstar-tier law-based attacks could scarcely add any further scars to this inconspicuous corner of the Faerun plane. Across the battlefield spanning the entire wilderness, all excess matter and energy had long since vanished. The raging tides of laws could only scrape against the indestructible, frigid bedrock, producing continuous ear-piercing detonations. Amid one scattered energy tempest after another, only a pale-blue phantom kept flickering and shifting between every tiny foothold.
Without question, the Morningstar Mage who kept pouring out "Sphere of Annihilation" to create this "carpet of destruction" was Punk-Saian, the "Whisper of Destruction," expressionlessly constructing spell models again and again. The enemy dancing joyfully amid the violent blasts was Walkerway-Zuo Mi, the "Dead Wen Feng Lantern," still wearing that obnoxiously smug smile.
In fact, more than three hours had passed since Punk gave up on using the Morningstar Spell "Tide of Trailing Light" to finish off his enemy and instead began launching a continuous barrage of Morningstar Level Spells. Throughout all that time, the only thing he needed to do was play whack-a-mole: whenever Walkerway appeared somewhere, he immediately threw a "Sphere