With no Level Eight stepping forward, Dole's avatar used a single Death Scythe to cow the many families. Standing alone atop the high platform, he looked down upon them, and at that moment, no one dared say another word.
In less than half an hour, apart from the Glory Wizard Alliance and the Imperial Mage Corps, every other family had withdrawn until fewer than twenty people remained. At the same time, Usbur announced that the Glory Wizard Alliance would undergo a personnel overhaul.
Dole had been berated by the guards at the entrance and nearly extorted. That could not be separated from the people within the Glory Wizard Alliance itself.
Within the Imperial Mage Corps, Fire King Patriarch watched the scene, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Dole's combination of sorcery and alchemy had truly beaten the temper out of everyone. Even he himself had little temper left, though that fellow could only strike once, and he could still withstand it.
Though spatial magic patterns could sever space, cutting through space in areas saturated with energy was still quite difficult. As long as he filled the space around himself with energy, Dole's strike could not affect a Level Eight—unless Dole could, like Vasili, transform magic patterns into sorcery nodes and merge them into his sorcery. Then he would be unable to block it.
But if Dole could accomplish that, he would be at least Level Nine. Even if he wanted to block it, he would not be able to.
This move was immensely powerful, but it could only threaten Level Sevens.
With no Level Eight stepping forward, Level Sevens reigned supreme. Once Dole unleashed this move, he was the king among kings.
Badass.
Fire King Patriarch sighed and issued several orders.
George raised his head, revealing his face