Even the four Grand Sages who had traveled from afar managed to cast their spells in time, thanks to their years of hard-won battle experience.
One countered the Earth spell, one cast an Earth-Element protective barrier, one seemed to cast a Wind Law protective barrier, and the last pulled out a strange mirror... It seemed to be a Divine Artifact that prevented Air-Element spells from being cast.
The two who had finished casting their barriers raised their hands at the same time, sending out a Polar Ray and a Sunburst.
However, the weather was fine today. The sun was shining, and the wind was gentle beneath a clear sky.
Whether it was ice or Light Law spells, none of them could even touch Hill.
Lightning coiled around the twelve longswords beside Hill, and wings formed of lightning instantly appeared behind him.
He rarely used this innate spell—not because he disliked it, but because he simply had few chances to use it.
With a casual wave of his hand, the twelve longswords split cleanly into four groups. Lightning shot toward the ground, trapping the four people inside a Triangular Lightning Array.
Looking at the panicked Grand Sages, Hill gave a cold smile.
Then he raised an eyebrow and swiftly charged toward the front right, gripping the mirror that was almost about to slip into a spatial rift.
"Hill..." A flustered female voice came from inside the mirror. "I was just helping them a little. Besides, you definitely wouldn't be hurt... Ah! Don't!"
He applied a little force with both hands, grinding the mirror into powder bit by bit.
Hill had no time to listen to Venti spout this Stinking Cloud-level nonsense.
He turned toward the four Grand Sages struggling desperately and revealed a malicious smile. The gauntlet on his raised hand