Worsening Injuries

Above the sky, an energy maelstrom surged like a tsunami.

The Holy Son stood at the center, arms spread wide. His dark gray robe fluttered without wind, the spiral emblem upon it seeming to come alive as it slowly rotated.

Three witches stood a hundred meters behind him in a triangular formation, their eyes shut tight. Pale silver threads of spiritual power extended from their brows, connecting to the complex magic formation floating behind the Holy Son's head.

The spiritual power fluctuations of all four had completely synchronized, as though they were one entity.

"Ignorant arrogance must be washed clean with pain." The Holy Son's voice was icy as he raised a hand and pressed down through the air.

The attack arrived in an instant.

The space within a hundred meters around Benjamin suddenly collapsed inward, invisible barriers closing in from all directions.

Following close behind came [Entropy-Increase Disintegration Wave]—grayish-white ripples spread from the Holy Son's palm. Wherever they passed, material structures spontaneously disintegrated, and energy descended into chaos.

The third wave was [Pain Scream], an invisible, intangible spiritual attack that stabbed directly at the soul.

The three-layered assault descended almost simultaneously.

Any one of those attacks exceeded the limits of ordinary Level 5 wizardry. Combined, their instantaneous destructive force came infinitely close to the threshold of Level 6.

Yet...

Benjamin stood where he was, without even the hem of his clothes stirring.

The Return to Void Armor perfectly blocked all the enemy's damage.

The first wave of spatial compression crashed into the field. A force sufficient to crush mountains vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, failing to raise even the faintest ripple before being silently swallowed by the Return to Void Armor.

The collapsed spatial structure was forcibly smoothed out, its energy drained away and drawn into