Roaring thunder ravaged the air, while berserk energy became crimson flames that whirled and danced. Against the light of the orange-red sky, the entire wasteland burned fiercely beneath scorching waves, and the two towering peaks turned the blazing red of steel heated until it glowed.
It was undoubtedly a terrifying sight. A battle at the Morningstar tier was flaunting its destruction before the world, while thunderous explosions and blinding flashes proved the attackers' determination and killing intent.
However... at the very center of such a violent assault, the Morningstar Mage Whisper of Destruction, relying on a gradually cracking Law Shield to resist his enemies' attacks, displayed no unnecessary emotional fluctuation. His face still wore its trademark expressionlessness. Although howling torrents of energy churned and scorched the air around him, the caster felt neither worry nor anxiety. In fact, a trace of joy and excitement quietly stirred within his soul...
After all, Whisper of Destruction only looked as though he was in grave danger. In reality, the ones truly hovering on the brink of life and death might not yet have realized that their backs were no longer safe.
"Very good. It seems these holy frauds really do intend to end this quickly... What a wonderful idea. If the troublesome possibility of a war of attrition is eliminated, then my odds of winning this battle will be around thirty percent. As for whether the final odds can reach fifty percent or more... that will depend on whether the next attack is effective enough."
Cold light slowly pulsed in his eyes as the Pale Scepter in his hand rose slightly. Punk had clearly achieved his goal. Having stood still and endured three Morningstar-level divine spells from three enemies, he was now ready to strike back!
"Conjuration Morningstar Spell—Tide of Trailing Light!"
Yes,