Chapter 469

Perhaps.

At this very moment.

Saruman finally realized what kind of being the wizard fighting within the city was. It was unlike any of the possibilities he had imagined—a legendary wizard who still lived in this world!

Accompanied by that proclamation, which seemed to rise from the depths of the underworld.

Countless torrents of dense green magical energy, so thick they seemed impossible to disperse, boiled and roared like living things. Like a spring of death suppressed for countless millennia finally erupting in full, or a plague-cloud of destruction sweeping across heaven and earth with a will of its own, they burst forth from the city center's most twisted and massive cluster of buildings!

The overwhelming green radiance instantly stained and devoured vast swathes of the non-Euclidean geometric structures.

It cast them into a hellish realm of ghosts and demons, the green blending with the stones' naturally dim gleam to create an indescribable, nauseating visual pollution.

That light was not some motionless dead thing.

It surged, churned, and spread madly. Saruman could clearly sense an energy of extreme contagion and absolute destruction multiplying and spreading without restraint within it!

Its sheer scale covered nearly half the city's skyline; its magical power was so immense, so pure, so terrifying, as though a vast sea of death were pouring down from above.

It was on an entirely different level from the power ordinary wizards could wield!

"How could it be a legend?!" Saruman abruptly raised his head, his eyes reflecting the horrifying sight within the city—a green hell churning and roaring.

Even from such a great distance, he could feel the dreadful magical fluctuations sweeping toward him as tangibly as substance, as if they would extinguish all life and freeze every soul.

At that moment, Saruman's mind completely shut down.

Every wild