What these mages were chanting was not magic at all. Listening to their chants, Li could not help finding it somewhat amusing. It was clearly a hymn—nothing more than a chant praising the gods. Could something like that really work?
Yet the hymn somehow activated the magic array. Accompanied by the sound of the hymn, the wood beneath the execution stake actually began to burn one piece after another. Zeref sighed. "This way, we can at least delay it by another five years..."
Hearing Zeref say that, Shaka involuntarily trembled as well. But he said nothing, merely watched the scene before him in silence. In less than fifteen minutes, the entire ritual would be complete. By then, it would be useless no matter who came.
Unless some so-called miracle occurred. At this moment, Shaka could not help but let out a breath of relief.
Just as Li was about to make his move and everyone else began to relax, a roar rang out. "Stop! All of you, stop right now!"
Though the voice was not particularly loud, it carried an invigorating force. Li raised an eyebrow. It was Bradman. That fellow had actually made it back.
Li sighed softly. What a pity. If Li had not existed, Bradman would surely have become one of the Twelve Shields and stood at the pinnacle of this country. But now... because of Li's plan, Bradman intended to confront Zeref directly.
Even if he were another level stronger, he would still be no match for Zeref.
He had fought both Bradman and Zeref back then, so he was certainly qualified to say that. If Bradman wanted to fight Zeref, then Zeref absolutely would not last fifteen minutes.
At that moment, on the long street at one end of the square, a man came galloping