Walkerway failed to alter the battlefield's environment. In a zero-dimensional world, even his four-dimensional leaps had lost most of their effectiveness.
And before that deranged fellow could make any further move, Punk's attack had already swept in without pause.
Whisper of Destruction's offensive came from two directions. One was his own spellcasting. The Morningstar killer move, Tide of Trailing Light, might indeed have struggled to hit the Dead Wen Feng Lantern while he continually shifted positions with Mind Teleportation, but the mad mage could not use Mind Teleportation now if he wished to claim Saitis' Blade. Thus, on this terrifying battlefield, the threat a Morningstar Mage's attacks posed to his enemy had risen enormously.
And beyond that... the Morningstar Golem concealed in the shadows had already entered the battlefield and rapidly closed in on the enemy. One could imagine that during the coming battle, Kexviya's blade would undoubtedly leave Walkerway with another very profound impression!
"Conjuration Morningstar Spell—Tide of Trailing Light!"
"Be careful, Mr. Zuo Mi. If you accidentally get yourself killed, I won't have anyone to provide my spell models."
Though his words carried a grim warning, the caster's assault showed no room for restraint. Against the backdrop of hundreds of specks of light scattered across the sky, Whisper of Destruction gripped the Pale Scepter and mercilessly unleashed the Morningstar Spell in his hand.
In an instant, surging streams of pitch-black liquid Disintegration Law formed a fan-shaped tidal wave and rushed toward the Dead Wen Feng Lantern, who had just returned from his four-dimensional state to normal dimensions. As that enormous wave swept onward, countless zero-dimensional motes of light along its path were reduced to ash beneath the deepest darkness...
"This is so interesting, so thrilling, so wonderful! As expected, only a battle like this can give this miserable