"We can't let the enemy keep stalling, or something could go wrong."
Anvis immediately thought of many possibilities. More than three Magic Hours had passed since he livestreamed his call for help. News from outside had probably spread by now.
With numerous Ninth Rank Limit powerhouses liable to arrive at the battlefield at any moment, if the enemy was not preparing to flee outright, then they could only make a desperate gamble and complete whatever they intended to do before reinforcements arrived.
Their deliberate stalling could only mean that the Priest was most likely preparing something and did not want to be disturbed.
After bidding farewell to the two people guarding the passage, Anvis and his group swiftly climbed toward the third floor.
Whatever the enemy wanted to do, they would stop it.
Before they could even leave the staircase, a gust mixed with mana fluctuations slammed into them.
The air was thick with a strange smell like burning rubber, while the radiance of magic from every element flickered in the distance.
The third floor of the High Tower had originally been a unique Magic Garden. Millions of years ago, countless rare magical flowers and plants might once have grown here.
But now, the garden's soil had been heavily contaminated by black-green blood that emitted intense Magic Radiation.
Large numbers of Faceless Cultists, along with countless terrifying beings that seemed to have crawled out of nightmares, surged toward the Professionals like a black-green tide.
Their strange, viscous, tar-like bodies writhed as they let out grating shrieks and gurgles. Segments of Tentacles protruded from their amorphous surfaces, desperately trying to drag everyone into their bodies and envelop them.
The many Spellcasters had already set up layered enhancement and suppression Magic Arrays, strengthening everyone's power as they jointly resisted and exterminated the