At this moment, the many Ninth Rank experts on the battlefield had vaguely sensed what was happening within the Web of Fate, though they were unclear on the details.
What concerned them more was something else: the source of power for that bizarre Defense Magic Array in the sky seemed to have developed a serious problem.
Although they had no idea how the Black Robed Man had accomplished all this, that did not stop them from intensifying their attacks, hoping to take the other side down in one fell swoop before it could recover.
And once the Construct Network was no longer supplying power, they truly saw hope.
Under their combined assault, the "sun" in the sky began to dim further and further, and its aura was nowhere near as deep and terrifying as before.
Almost there. Once they dealt with this magic array and destroyed the ritual, they would find a way to investigate that Black Robed Man's identity and origins.
Many people had this thought as they continued attacking.
Meanwhile, high in the sky, the many Ninth Rank experts within the Defense Magic Array were somewhat pessimistic about the situation.
No one spoke for the moment, but everyone was waiting for the Speaker to offer a solution. Depending on the feasibility of that solution, they would decide whether to immediately abandon the Speaker's plan and escape.
After all, as Ninth Rank experts who wielded Rule Power, even if they had chosen the wrong side, the other Ninth Ranks would not press them too hard without concrete evidence.
The desperate retaliation of a Ninth Rank Professional was enough to give even a Ninth Rank Limit a headache.
Besides, they had not caused any serious consequences. As long as they temporarily gave up some benefits, the matter would simply pass.