The smoke quickly cleared, revealing My Lord standing there without a scratch.
He withdrew the fingers he had just waved and said in his usual indifferent tone, "Still unwilling to give up? Since you want to show me more, then come!"
My Lord's voice rang clearly in everyone's ears. Even the dullest among them could sense his attitude from those words.
Facing the relentless attacks, My Lord had never launched a more lethal counterattack, simply because he was the one who held complete control over the situation.
The attitude My Lord displayed was like that of a leisurely naturalist who caught sight of an anthill from the corner of his eye, then crouched down to poke at it with a twig.
He did not mind the ants' retaliation. Seeing them charge at him would only strike him as novel and amusing.
He knew perfectly well that, with his abilities, he could wipe out the entire anthill in an instant. That was why he could so leisurely enjoy everything unfolding before him.
When it came to My Lord's mindset, Voldemort was undoubtedly the one who understood it best.
He had also thought that if he conquered the world and gained complete control, he would not wipe out all his enemies. Instead, he would leave behind the enemy with whom he had the deepest grudge, savoring that enemy's most enduring hatred for his own amusement.
When he had first learned of the Resurrection Stone's effects, he had thought of using it to summon Wizet and Dumbledore back after eliminating them, torturing them over and over for eternity.
This was also what made Voldemort suffer the most. He allowed himself to do such things, yet could not tolerate others treating him as a plaything.
Unfortunately, he had no chance to resist now. He