Retreat

"Boom—! Bang!!"

Three Tier 3 spells collided head-on just like that.

Streams of multicolored energy particles went mad, turning into scattered bolts of lightning and flaming whips studded with barbs, lashing frantically at Dago.

A dense volley of teeth-grinding crackles filled the air, like countless wands snapping at once.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Dago emerged, walking through a torrent of energy.

His long, dark-blue hair flew high behind him like a tattered battle flag.

The "scale armor" forged from Animated Ice Crystal and Despair Force had been blown to pieces, exposing the savage, hulking body beneath, as imposing as a troll's. Yet not even a pale mark had been left on his skin.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp boom, like the sound of Apparition, rang through the air.

Dago vanished abruptly. Then came another dull bang, the death knell of flesh colliding with absolute power.

Another Third-Ring Wizard of the Revival Society exploded like a pumpkin stuffed with fireworks.

However, those who dabbled in dark magic always had endless means of preserving their lives.

The instant the wizard's body exploded, no flesh or blood splattered outward. Instead, he transformed directly into countless crimson bats, screeching as they scattered in every direction.

A cold smile touched Dago's lips as he casually swung an arm.

His joined fingers seemed to become a sharp blade cursed by dark magic, slicing through the air and sending out an enormous crescent-shaped black air blade.

The air blade howled past, shredding a vast swarm of crimson bats in one sweep.

Severed limbs and broken wings rained down like red droplets.

The remaining bats gathered miserably at the other end of the space, like a writhing mass of flesh, reforming into a thin human figure.

The wizard swayed unsteadily, his face as pale as if he had