"Destruction, haha..."
The Light God Lord stood in the Void Realm, gazing coldly at the distant City of Arcane, where the Spellcaster Civilization's remaining twenty-six Monarchs were gathered.
More importantly, the City of Arcane was the spiritual symbol of all Spellcasters. The collapse of Santo City of Arcane had already shaken countless Spellcasters to their core. If the remaining two Cities of Arcane were destroyed as well, it would not merely be the cities collapsing—it would be the Spellcasters' confidence collapsing.
Boom.
When the holy light struck the City of Arcane, the entire city immediately trembled violently. The holy light contained Rule Power, and fortunately, this City of Arcane had been forged by the three Supreme Arcane Mages. Only because of that did it possess some strength to contend against the Light God Lord's Rule Power.
However, it could only contend slightly. As streak after streak of holy light came shrieking down, the City of Arcane would not be able to endure for long.
Crack.
At last, a crack appeared in the City of Arcane's defensive layer. The expressions of the twenty-six Great Monarchs within the city changed drastically. They all seemed able to feel the approach of death.
"This time, our Spellcaster Civilization has suffered such a calamity. Is there truly no way left?"
Many Great Monarchs were beginning to despair. A Supreme Existence was not something that could be resisted through sheer numbers of Monarchs. Even if their twenty-six Monarchs were doubled, it would serve no purpose.
When the three Cities of Arcane collapsed, that would be the moment when all Spellcasters' confidence utterly crumbled. Perhaps by then, there would no longer be any need for a civilization war. The Spellcasters would have lost all will to fight.
"Meow... I finally woke up. Huh? What is going on?"