"Elder Spirit Wizard methods..."
Dago murmured softly, rational light flickering in his eyes.
"It isn't a physical attack, nor is it simple elemental energy... It bypasses material defenses and directly attacks the soul itself."
If it were me...
Dago closed his eyes and began to calculate.
If he did not activate the complete form of the [Blue Demon Physique], then ice spells alone would be utterly incapable of stopping that spirit wolf's penetration.
What if he used Despair Force to withstand it head-on?
Although Despair Force was of an extremely high level, its essence still leaned toward a fusion of emotion and flesh. Could it withstand a pure soul-bite?
He was only fifty percent sure.
The best approach would be to use spatial magic to get close before the opponent could unleash that technique, ending the battle first.
A contest of speed.
As long as my blade is faster than his wolf, he will be the one who dies.
Having made up his mind, Dago opened his eyes again.
He looked around and saw that, after witnessing Ewakuai's battle against Andariel, the expressions of nearly everyone still on the field had turned extremely grim.
Their former confidence had been shattered by that strike.
Whenever they looked at Ewakuai, their eyes now held varying degrees of deep wariness and unease.
Only a few were exceptions.
Michael, high atop the platform, still wore that detached expression of compassion for all living things, as though a god were looking down upon the struggles of ants.
Gale of Psychic Dawn was gently grooming his unicorn's mane, with nothing but pure light in his eyes.
And then there was...
That fellow Ang.
He yawned lazily, seeming more interested in the battles to come.
After this battle, the atmosphere both inside and outside the arena gradually