Zhang Xiao entered that familiar mystical state again, calmly watching everything around him as though from a third-person perspective.
Time slowed, and his surroundings became incredibly clear.
Everything within ten meters was visible in minute detail, right down to Professor Flitwick's beard stirring in the breeze and the flickering candle flames.
It seemed that he could do anything, if only he wished.
But in his purely rational state, Zhang Xiao was not fooled by that false sensation. It was merely an illusion brought on by a sudden surge in power.
Still, this feeling-hadn't entering the clear-minded state felt different before?
Slowly raising his wand, Zhang Xiao could even feel its almost shivering tremor. It was excitement, a thirst for battle, a desire to unleash its power without holding anything back.
Technique certainly mattered, but once power reached a certain level, sheer force could overwhelm any finesse!
The wand shook harder and harder, dazzling blue arcs of electricity pouring from it with a shrill, piercing screech.
Flitwick braced himself. Incredible as it seemed, he truly did sense a threat from Zhang.
Zhang Xiao gave his wand a slight flick. Just then, a strange sensation welled up from every corner of his body.
Somewhat puzzled, he lowered his head to look at himself.
With absolute calm, he began to analyze the situation.
Excessive consumption. My body is nearing its limit. The combined drain of the Golden Light Spell and the Void-Clarity Mirror has reached a terrifying level.
I'm about to collapse. Roughly three seconds left.
3, 2, 1!
Zhang Xiao's body suddenly stiffened. As everyone watched expectantly, he shuddered violently, and the intimidating golden light vanished.
Like a log, he toppled straight backward.
Flitwick froze for a moment, then immediately waved his wand to catch him.
The young witches and wizards around