Like a Meteor Shower

Even attacks with the same magic could place different levels of strain on you depending on their frequency and rhythm.

Did you think using magic came with no cost?

Besides, now that I'd been targeted, I had to strike first.

Just look at this thing.

It was nothing but a rib cage, yet it was growing upward like some plant sprouting from the ground, and if it wasn't coming for me, then I'd write Lan Qingyou's name backward.

Especially those flat bones around its head, shaped like curved blades.

In the light of the Magic Hurricane Lamp, they looked chillingly menacing.

"I'd better make the first move after all."

Watching the Pincer Worm draw closer, Lan Qingyou turned and flew toward the dark sky above, putting some distance between them.

Then...

"Here you go!"

Lan Qingyou waved a hand, and a three-hundred-meter-wide rock appeared in the air, its artificial origins unmistakable.

Double! Double! And double again!

After tripling its weight, Lan Qingyou deliberately sent the rock plummeting down, its weight now far beyond what it had originally been.

Tripling its weight wasn't Lan Qingyou's limit. It was the rock's.

Any more than that, and the whole thing would crumble under the strain, disintegrating like a weathered boulder right before your eyes.

Lan Qingyou had considered using something hard like thorium.

But they still hadn't mined enough ore for a three-hundred-meter block of thorium.

So, rather than bother making an iron ball or a steel ball, Lan Qingyou decided to stick with rocks for now—a "free weapon" that was everywhere.

"Look! The Patriarch's using that move!"

Since Lan Qingyou was already several thousand meters up, the falling rock left a long trail of flames in the sky.

The witches more than ten kilometers away could see it perfectly clearly.

But they