Because he had been contaminated too deeply.
Saladin's claim of being stronger than Legend had ultimately been nothing but a castle in the air, a Mirror Flower, Water Moon. Reality proved that he had not become any stronger because of it.
All his delusions and false self-assessments turned into vanishing bubbles at that moment. While constantly comprehending that contaminated knowledge, he had lost his flesh and become a being with a fatal weakness.
"No... my kingdom..." Saladin let out one final wail. His golden crown slipped from his head and turned into ordinary grains of sand before it even touched the ground.
"The desert... will ultimately devour everything."
It had to be said, this guy was rather theatrical.
Even at the point of defeat, he still had to add some drama for himself, spouting lines that sounded a bit like they belonged in a game. Of course, people of this era would not mock such a thing.
After all, video games would not be born in this world for another thousand years.
As the final syllable faded, the Sandstorm Sorcerer King completely turned into a pile of ordinary sand. Only that staff remained on the ground, flickering with a faint light.
"We finally dealt with that guy. Luckily, we were fortunate enough not to encounter him at his peak. If he had a physical body like the Star Speaker, things would have been extremely difficult." Saruman collapsed onto the ground. Repeatedly casting high-level magic had completely drained his mana. His magic core felt as though it had been torn apart, and even more frighteningly, he could clearly sense some foreign force trying to erode his soul.
"Can we... still make it out alive?" Karg was in even worse condition. The black patterns on his right arm had spread to his