In the center of the battlefield, energy erupted once more.
Four blood dragons collided head-on with the leader's protective radiance. The entire void was like a shattered mirror, cracks spreading in every direction.
The four Level 8 Wizards of the Crimson Court did not budge, while the leader's body trembled violently as he was forced back hundreds of kilometers.
His outline grew even blurrier.
Points of light continuously scattered from his edges, like smoke blown apart by the wind.
He tried to pull himself back together, but he was dispersing faster than he could reform.
As a Level 9 lifeform, his power was indeed limitless, but that took time.
Yet from the beginning of the battle until now, these four Level 8 Wizards had not given him even an instant of respite.
The leader floated in the void, madness and calm alternating in the one remaining eye that still retained a human shape.
He had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, devoured countless planes, and destroyed countless civilizations. Never had he been driven into such a corner.
He knew that if this continued, defeat was inevitable.
The four Level 8 Wizards coordinated flawlessly. Every opening for attack was sealed off, and every counterattack was neutralized.
More importantly, aside from these four enemies before him, there were even more Wizards of the same level nearby.
Though he did not believe those other Wizards possessed such strength, there was no doubt that conventional power was meaningless if he wanted to escape this predicament! He needed a greater power, one capable of crushing everything.
He raised a hand, and a dark crimson rune appeared in his palm.
The rune was twisted and savage, emanating an intense scent of blood.
His gaze swept over the All-World Alliance forces still