Chen's aura grew more terrifying by the moment. From the start of the battle until now, he had only attacked once, completely unlike those Mages who flung skills around recklessly.
Chen pursued efficiency. In his eyes, every single point of Mana was extremely precious. Wasting even the slightest amount of Mana was unbearable to him. It was a kind of benign obsessive-compulsive disorder—or rather, every Mage Lord had this sort of obsession.
Dark elemental energy compressed and gathered at Chen's fingertips. The ground around him began to tremble. With such a huge commotion, the Ant King, who was locked in battle with the Frost Giant and the chairman, naturally noticed.
"If I get hit by that, it'll be bad."
The Ant King raised an arm over his head and blocked the Frost Giant's hammer strike with a boom.
"Thirty-Fourth Form."
The chairman's palm thrust forward like a blade. Behind him, the Hundred-Type statue made the same motion, only its attack range was magnified a hundredfold.
With a clang, the Hundred-Type's golden giant hand stabbed into the Ant King's ribs. Although the Ant King's physical defenses were exceptionally strong, he still felt stifled and pained.
The Ant King's body was sent flying uncontrollably, straight toward the Frost Giant's pair of warhammers.
Another thunderous boom rang out, and the Ant King was hammered into the ground.
It could be said that if any one of those present were missing, the Ant King would not have been in such a sorry state.
The chairman seemed unable to do anything to the Ant King and had even lost an arm to him, but his role in the battle was crucial.
First, the chairman's attacks covered a wide area. More importantly, he attacked incredibly quickly. As long as someone coordinated with him, his attacks were