Because he knew perfectly well.
This white mist was Grausam's magic.
No matter how he looked at the situation.
There was only one conclusion he could reach.
Something had happened to him...
Chapter 669: A desperate battle
"Whatever happened, I should deal with this woman first."
Macht pushed his jumbled thoughts aside.
Whether Grausam was truly dead or not, dwelling on it now would accomplish nothing.
Whoosh!
The next instant.
Macht struck. His eyes held neither sorrow nor joy, but his movements radiated murderous intent.
As he thrust out a hand, a dazzling light spread, sweeping toward Flamme.
His magic.
Could turn not only matter into gold, but even the human body.
Of course.
Flamme understood this perfectly and would not give him the slightest chance to get close.
Hum!
She extended a hand, unleashing a shockwave so dense it seemed almost tangible.
It was not that she lacked other magic.
But this was the best suited to combat, and the most lethal against Demons.
Rumble!
The shockwave surged forward with overwhelming force, sending visible ripples through the air.
"What troublesome magic."
Macht's brow tightened slightly, but he showed no intention of dodging.
He channeled his magic power, strengthening his Gold Magic.
Boom!
With a deafening roar, their spells collided head-on.
A faint golden sheen appeared on the surface of the shockwave, as though an invisible force were eating away at it.
This was what made Macht's magic truly terrifying.
Even something intangible.
Could be turned to gold if he wished.
But with the strength of Flamme's magic power, he could not turn it entirely to gold in such a short time.
Seeing this.
Macht raised his other hand without hesitation.
Without a sound!
Countless golden spikes burst from the ground, effortlessly tearing through the air as they shot toward