"Are you prepared to welcome death, Walkerway—Mr. Zuo Mi? But whether or not you have already heard fate's call, today, this pitiful fool known as the 'Dead Wen Feng Lantern' is destined to fall upon this blood-soaked battlefield."
With Kexviya standing silently behind him, Punk watched the grotesque head floating in the sky as it tried to disperse its magic power and advance at a "turtle's pace." Expressionless, he calmly aimed the Sphere of Annihilation in his hand at his opponent.
Walkerway no longer had even the most basic layer of spell defense. With his fragile soul, if he took a direct hit from such a Morningstar Level Spell, death would be his only outcome. Punk had already won this grand battle. The facts proved that, many times, even the most overpowered cheating spell could not compare to the tremendous advantage a single professional level brought to a Legendary professional.
However, while the Morningstar Mage who held the power of life and death remained unharmed and at ease, the unfortunate mad Red Robed Mage was far from relaxed. Suspended in the cold wind, Walkerway, having discovered that he had temporarily lost all spellcasting ability, finally no longer wore that arrogant smile as if he were invincible. His wide-open eyes now contained only real terror and horror at the prospect of death:
"No... no! You cannot kill me! I... I am the greatest spellcasting genius, the 'Dead Wen Feng Lantern'! I am the only remaining Morningstar Professional in the entire Red Robed Mage Guild loyal to Mr. Eman. I am the sole candidate responsible for constructing Morningstar-tier Abyssal Rifts. No one can kill me, no one can, no... Please, do not kill me, all right?"
"Of course not. Isn't that obvious?"
In response to the absurd words that were practically Dead