The sky seemed to be dyed blood-red.
After countless people on the ground wailed and screamed, they suddenly fell silent.
Under twenty times the gravity, even Dalta, a Level 9 warrior, could only just withstand it by channeling all his battle-qi. Each step was a struggle. Terror filled his eyes, and sweat poured down his face as he made his way toward the edge of the Gravity Field.
He knew that the range of a Gravity Spell was limited.
As for Sanders, he had no protective magic like Light Guardian. But with the Level 8 Dark Magic spell Dark Holy Armor, he could just barely hold out.
"That Gravity Spell—you've reached the Level 9 Great Mage rank?!"
"How is that possible!"
"You're only nineteen!"
Seeing Dalta nearly make it out of the Gravity Field, Jonathan flashed in front of him. Dalta managed to raise a fist and swing it at Jonathan.
His speed was restricted by the Gravity Field, but with his battle-qi behind it, the blow still packed a punch. Jonathan dodged, then easily kicked him back toward the center.
Dalta had to keep his battle-qi active to protect his bones and internal organs, but his reserves weren't endless. At this rate, he wouldn't last long.
Jonathan gave him a cold look. He had no intention of torturing him. With a twist of his wrist, a pitch-black dagger appeared in his hand.
He moved like a phantom to Dalta's back, aiming to slit his throat or take his head.
But a burst of battle-qi forced him back.
It was the same with Sanders. As long as they had their mental strength and battle-qi, killing them instantly would be difficult—unless he found the right moment.
But for now, they were both completely focused on guarding against Jonathan's ambushes.
"You're both