A New Level 8?

The intensity of the explosions far exceeded all estimates.

The first wave of chained annihilations lasted a full thirty seconds.

When the air flung away by the shockwaves rushed back in and the blasted antimatter came into contact with fresh matter again—

A second, even greater eruption followed close behind.

Then came the third, the fourth—

Every round of explosions tore apart the defenses the Transmutation Array had painstakingly erected.

Every impact drained the mental power countless wizards were desperately pouring into it.

Deep within the camp, the wizards transmitting mental power had already turned pale as paper.

The sky's original color could no longer be seen.

There was only the endless pure-white light of destruction, and the defensive barrier that was torn apart time and again, then gathered itself anew time and again, holding on in bitter struggle.

Dionysus stood at the highest point of the command room, his hands clenched tightly.

He was waiting.

In the distance lay the Coalition camp.

Atop the Chaos Cult's towering spire, several blurry figures were likewise watching this earth-shaking clash.

"Those lunatics from the Tower of Silence—" one of them muttered, his voice carrying a trace of unconcealable shock. "They really dared to play it like this."

"What does it matter to them? If they win, the battlefield is ours," another said calmly. "And if they lose, they still haven't lost anything."

"Heh. Let's go. It's time for us to make our move too."

The sea of destruction was still expanding madly.

On Noren Workshop's side, every wizard who remained conscious was desperately wringing out their mental power, operating the Super-Wide Area Transmutation Array and raising layer upon layer of protection over the camp amid the unending annihilation explosions.

No one had any spare strength to watch the other directions.

Nor