Countless crimson bolts of lightning filled the entire dueling platform, like thick red thunder-serpents darting madly through the air. Terrifying pressure spread outward in wave after wave.
This was a carnival belonging to lightning; not a trace of frost remained.
The vast Snow Kingdom that had previously stood in opposition to the lightning now seemed to have collapsed and sunk away.
After that Lightning Spear, as though divine punishment, was unleashed, an eerie silence fell around the central platform. Many wizard prodigies participating in the ranking battle stood atop stone pillars with grim expressions. As for the lower-level spectators, mostly First Circle and Second Circle wizards, quite a few had gone pale.
Even with protective arrays and layer upon layer of spatial distance separating them, the mere visual impact still brought them an overwhelming, suffocating sense of pressure.
This was a terrifying power beyond their imagination, as though one more glance would shatter their souls.
As time passed, Gellman's figure gradually emerged from the rampaging lightning.
Crimson lightning coiled around Gellman's body, and his domineering, majestic aura grew ever stronger. He raised a hand expressionlessly, and all the lightning within the platform immediately obeyed his command. Like loyal subjects at a monarch's beck and call, it all converged toward a single point.
The void at that location rapidly collapsed under the convergence of countless lightning bolts. The crimson lightning transformed into thick lightning slurry, like rolling lava and dark blood, gradually compressing into a sphere.
The crimson lightning, which had shifted from blue to purple and then red, had already been terrifying. Now that it was compressed to such an extreme, the power it gave off became even more dreadful.
Many people stared at the condensed dark-red lightning sphere, their eyelids twitching as waves of alarm rose within them.
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