The body of the magical phantom swelled with a boom—one hundred meters, two hundred meters, one thousand meters. In the blink of an eye, a towering, formidable magical phantom occupied more than half of the sea of consciousness.
With a raised hand, he seized three chains. Chains of rules radiating boundless darkness, evil, and profound mystery were swung through the air with strange rhythms, smashing toward the Storm Domain.
That was the strongest power he could gather. All his strength had transformed into manifested rules. Grasping those rules was equivalent to grasping heaven and earth themselves as he charged forward in a desperate clash.
The storm refused to be outdone, crashing down savagely and colliding with the three chains of rules.
Boom.
A heaven-shaking explosion.
Endless turbulent currents, lightning, and darkness burst apart, slamming viciously into the Black Wizard's sea of consciousness. His magical phantom bore the force of the blast first, losing its upper body in an instant. The impact then swept downward, blasting his lower half toward the depths below.
Rumble, rumble.
Amid the shaking and explosions, the Black Wizard had completely lost most of his consciousness. Every fragment of awareness he had left was focused on one thing.
Escape.
Dole also heaved a sigh of relief. Seizing the chance, a bolt of lightning exploded within his sea of consciousness. Boundless thunder power swept through it, expelling those evil thoughts and terrifying dark power from his sea of consciousness.
His mind became incomparably clear.
A clash of spiritual power was exceedingly perilous. Just like this—either you were crippled, or I was crippled. Such battles took place inside the opponent's sea of consciousness, and the slightest carelessness could affect the magical phantom, just as it had now.
That was why, when Dole came under attack, he counterattacked with all