Battle of the Mystical Lock (8): A Failed Decision

The dawn of victory could inspire warriors, but who could say whether the radiance blooming on the horizon heralded the sunrise or the fading of the sunset?

Finally, after a full second had passed since the battle began, Azterlan, who had held the upper hand and fought himself into a bloodshot frenzy, no longer intended to keep his ghosts back to guard against Smile's sneak attack. He began unleashing his attacks with all his strength, making a gamble that would decide everything!

What he gambled on was this—whether he could kill the two enemies who had "lost the ability to resist" before the maiden goddess dealt him a devastating blow...

Is there a chance?

Azterlan asked himself inwardly.

There is!

Watching the wounds on Kane's body multiply and Punk's spellcasting grow slower and slower, Azterlan widened his bloodshot eyes and gritted his teeth fiercely.

He still could not resist the temptation of taking revenge by killing his opponents. Besides, Azterlan knew he still had a trump card. In his view, with that trump card in hand, no matter how Smile cast Legendary Divine Spells, she could never "one-shot" him. In that case... killing his two most dangerous enemies while enduring one despicable sneak attack would be more than worth it!

Thus, the Legendary Mage in white robes drove his staff viciously into the space beside him. Accompanied by a crack like shattering glass, Azterlan, who had utterly abandoned defense and poured every shred of magic into offense, finally unleashed the most frenzied attack of the entire battle!

"Despicable sinners, repent for your evil deeds!"

"Rumble—!"

Ghosts that nearly converged into tens of thousands of rushing canals surged madly in every direction from the white sphere of light in Azterlan's hand. They seemed to become countless silken ribbons, further wrapping around