Spell Chain

"Nauseatingly powerful indeed." With a tap of Naimus's finger, surging psychic power burst forth and swept away all the green spiritual energy.

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He swept his gaze around.

Mokania, Hays, Holy Walker, Holy Son, Adrian—and beyond them, Alice and Anderon, lurking in the shadows.

That made seven of the most elite Golden Breed besieging him.

Even against such a siege, he felt a measure of pressure.

"If I want to keep you from obtaining the spatial materials, I'll have to work a little harder to defeat you completely," Naimus said with a sigh.

With that, Naimus lightly tapped a finger. A figure in the distance was about to approach the spatial materials, but in the next instant, she found countless obstacles blocking her path. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get any closer.

The harder she pushed, the more it was like crashing into a wall, and she was sent flying back.

It was Alice, who had hidden herself earlier.

"That will do." Naimus smiled at the sight. "I've converged the possibility of you obtaining the spatial materials and bound the causality to myself."

"Of course, asking you to defeat me would be a little too difficult."

"So this causal binding is tied to my movement."

"As long as you can force me to leave the fifty-meter radius around that pile of spatial materials, this Possibility Convergence will be undone."

"Otherwise, under the constraints of causality, you cannot touch those materials."

"I've already told you the conditions. Now it's time for you to demonstrate your own wisdom and courage." Naimus stated the conditions plainly, and the implication could not have been clearer.

Everyone present felt insulted.

Other than Mokania and the Holy Son, which one of them had not been born into nobility?