Countless wizards suddenly looked up, an unforgettable scene seared onto their retinas—
Beneath the shadow of that enormous energy hand capable of crushing mountains, the figure appeared so tiny, yet so terrifying.
The ancient, even somewhat worn crystal armlet on his right arm was awakened. The magical circuits sealed within it for several eras overloaded all at once, erupting with a blinding radiance that eclipsed the blazing sun overhead.
The vast, surging energy particles did not merely burst forth; they crazily compressed outward like an exploding high-pressure boiler. Then, with a light tap of his index finger—
"Pop—"
The world went deaf.
There was no earth-shattering explosion. Only a pitch-black, perfectly round hole, seemingly leading into a dimension of nothingness, abruptly came into being.
The sea of energy that had been surging outward lost its momentum in that instant and was forcibly collapsed inward.
Dense black lightning spread through the void. It was not lightning at all, but cracks formed as space failed to withstand the collision of high-density energy. Like writhing serpents, those cracks swelled madly, greedily connecting to the rapidly expanding black dot.
The terrifying aura of taboo was like a basin of ice water, dousing the battlefield's clamor in one blow.
It was as if a hole had been pierced through the bottom of heaven and earth. Within several kilometers, free-floating energy, distorted light, raging currents of air, and even the mental tendrils leaking from the wizards' bodies all frantically drained toward that "black hole" under an irresistible pull.
This pull did not target the flesh, yet it struck directly at one's essence, giving every wizard who looked directly at the black hole the horrifying illusion that their soul was being stripped away inch by inch and dragged into the abyss.
Before this power capable of distorting