Battle of the Magic Ball (4)

The devastating storm that raged for roughly ten seconds had merely scraped a layer off the walls of the Alchemy Plaza. This was no exaggeration, because in truth, the walls of most Legendary magic towers were far thicker than they appeared. The outer walls of Punk's own magic tower, for example, had a terrifying thickness of several thousand meters. It was only the spatial compression formations used by spellcasters that made such astonishing thickness look like a mere dozen centimeters.

Only such thickness could ensure that any ordinary Legendary professional would find it nearly impossible to silently bore through the outer wall and sneak inside. If Morningstar-tier professionals built walls, they would presumably only be thicker and sturdier than the walls of Punk's magic tower!

Thus, the thin layer scraped away by the attack's aftershock over ten seconds truly meant little. The Morningstar-tier formations hidden deep within the Alchemy Wall could not possibly have been damaged by it. After the terrifying storm of Laws slowly dissipated, neither the spellcaster nor the maiden goddess, nor even Kane, who was covered in blood, paid any attention to the pitted walls around them, as though they had been sliced by a thousand blades. From beginning to end, everyone's gaze remained fixed on a single target—the Oshius Magic Ball that was about to emerge from the smoke formed by the final embers of Law energy!

The result of the joint attack by three Legendary professionals... was about to be revealed!

As the saying went, even the most dazzling radiance would one day fade into nothingness, just as even the foulest air would inevitably disperse. Even the grandest poem would eventually become dust, just as even the filthiest vulgarities would sooner or later turn into meaningless letters.

And at this moment, those words were not