"Be angry! Roar! Unleash it!"
Shrill, piercing laughter echoed through this world once again shrouded in blood-red. The Dark Wizard spread his two thickest arms, holding a spellbook in one hand and a wooden staff in the other. Lowering his head, he looked down upon the insignificant masses and laughed madly. "Blood will ultimately illuminate all things in this world! In this world, I am the one and only god! Every drop of Magic Power you waste will be devoted to the most sincere color between heaven and earth, making this world even more solidly formed..."
Dark crimson smeared across the entire sky, and the world seemed to have become an enormous, translucent slab of red jelly. Zheng Qing felt as though he had sunk into a vast swamp. Every movement took tremendous effort.
"Compared to demons, I prefer Dark Wizards."
Dylan's somewhat caustic quip came from not far behind the young scholarship student's back. "Black Magic probably really does corrode the brain. These Dark Wizards are so stupid it's almost cute. Whenever they fight, they always expose their magic details bit by bit... giving people the satisfying thrill of crushing them intellectually."
"Is this the legendary... huff... villains die from talking too much?" Fatty Xin panted beside him.
Zheng Qing didn't know whether he should laugh at that moment, to show that he shared his companions' optimism. But the increasingly dense blood-red haze around them, along with that enormous figure that nearly covered the entire battlefield, had oppressed the atmosphere to its absolute limit. He simply couldn't laugh.
"That means we should avoid using evocation magic as much as possible for now." Xiao Xiao's calm voice rang out next. He raised his voice slightly, seemingly intending for more people nearby to hear him. "...But we still can't be sure