"Where do you think you're running, you pathetic insect?!"
"Bright Moon level Abjuration Spell—Colossal Mage Hand!"
Using Colossal Mage Hand, the most powerful offensive branch of the Mage Hand spell series, he pierced through the Divine Teleportation Gate Samoan had nearly finished constructing. In the blink of an eye, the cold-eyed Bright Moon spellcaster stepped through the Law wormhole created by Extreme Long-Distance Enhanced Teleportation and entered the utterly defenseless Listener Plane.
The facts proved that Smile's judgment had not been alarmist. Under the swift actions of Whisper of Destruction, the Morningstar Priest, who had neither defenses nor any need for them, could only pray for his own survival. Compared to the speed of a Bright Moon Professional, his imagined escape plan was nothing more than a laughable joke. From the moment he failed to leave the "crime scene" in time, death—impossible to hide from or evade—had become almost unavoidable.
In fact, before the magic-scattered fragments of radiance could splash into the boundless, surging ocean waves, Samoan, who had not even completed a single divine spell, was tightly seized in Punk's gigantic magical hand. For a Bright Moon powerhouse, restraining a Morningstar Professional with a powerful combat spell was as easy as an adult lifting a child.
Moreover, amid the furious surge of Whisper of Destruction's magic, the Morningstar Priest suspended in midair was not allowed even the slightest struggle. The seven or eight layers of Divine Spell Shields around him had already begun creaking beneath the enormous Law pressure, cracks spreading across them.
"Looks like I arrived too late? My subordinates are all dead? Very good, very good. In that case... this unpleasant rescue operation can become a delightful revenge mission, can't it? How do you think you feel right now, you worthless piece of trash who doesn't know