Burning My Mana? I've Got Tons of It!

When over a hundred Scarlet Chains appeared behind Ren again, Judge was dumbfounded.

He cursed up a storm in his head.

Was this kid even human? He was a tireless beast!

How could he toss around magic this outrageous without the slightest restraint?

A normal Sorcerer would have drained his mana bar with one ultimate move! What the hell was this?

Judge wanted to cry. What kind of Sorcerer was this? Even someone raised in an energy pool shouldn't be this absurd!

"We can't let him keep bombarding us."

"That kid's spells are too bizarre. If we don't find a way to stop him, we're all finished!"

Judge's mind erupted into chaos as the other Celestials' consciousnesses began arguing furiously.

Judge might have been in charge after they merged, but the others' consciousnesses hadn't disappeared.

Divine authority was no toy. Without enough power of their own, wielding it was a death sentence. No single Celestial could withstand such immense Divine Power. Only by joining all their minds could they barely control it.

That was why a life-or-death crisis called for an emergency meeting in their heads.

Veterans of countless cosmic battles, they quickly came up with a plan.

"That kid's a Sorcerer!"

"Drain all his mana, and he'll be meat on the chopping block!"

"Use Magic Burn!"

The Celestial army had all sorts of strange abilities, including a trump card designed specifically to counter Sorcerers.

It was known as a Sorcerer's worst nightmare.

Once it struck, it forcibly burned away the target's mana. No matter how powerful a Sorcerer was, he would be dead within moments.

"What if we run out of energy before we burn through his mana?" Eradicator asked timidly.

After all, there was no free lunch. Magic Burn consumed their own vital energy.

But to the others,