Solam's current computational capacity had reached its limit with the overlap of five teleportation arrays, but that was enough!
The immense spatial fluctuations filled nearly every demon with a trace of fear! Demons above the mid-tier possessed Greater Teleport, so they were extremely familiar with spatial fluctuations. Moreover, the planes in certain parts of the Abyss were highly unstable. Such unstable spatial fluctuations were nothing unusual to demons. They knew all too well what fluctuations of this magnitude meant.
The demons began fleeing madly in every direction. None of them wanted to be caught in such terrifying aftershocks. Space was simply too unpredictable; no one knew what they might encounter.
Only Kostchtchie could do nothing but watch as the five teleportation arrays gradually gathered in Solam's hands, before Solam casually kneaded them into a ball as though folding paper...
Kostchtchie swore that in over ten thousand years of life, this was the first time he had seen anything like it. He had never even imagined that he would see such a thing! A spatial teleportation array had actually been kneaded into a ball? What did Solam think a spatial teleportation array was? Scrap paper?
It had been stressed repeatedly before that spatial magic was an extremely rigorous form of magic. The slightest error could lead to utterly unpredictable consequences. Usually, such consequences were nothing good, which was why no one joked around with teleportation magic.
But Solam had completely shattered that understanding.
Aside from Solam's spellcasting posture overturning Kostchtchie's worldview, the possible consequences of that spell made even a brute with more muscle than brains like Kostchtchie feel his sphincter losing control a little.
Kostchtchie was indeed a close-combat fighter, but that did not mean he did not understand how terrifying magic could be.
He wanted to run, but the