The moment the orb formed by the colliding spells swallowed Zhang Xiao completely, many people instinctively covered their mouths.
Even Mold and the Demon Hunters, who knew little of the Wizarding World's affairs, could tell from Zhang Xiao's surrounding golden light and Voldemort's shroud of black energy that the malformed-looking Voldemort was the villain.
Pain. Agonizing pain surged from every corner of his body.
The mirror-clear golden light resisted stubbornly, but against such overwhelming power, it shattered in moments.
Just as Zhang Xiao thought he was about to die, the slender golden bracelet on his wrist suddenly unleashed tremendous power.
Ancient Oath Magic finally took effect.
A thin layer of light spread across Zhang Xiao's body. It was not dazzling, but it carried an unyielding resolve, shutting out every trace of harm.
At the same time, Neville, who was running toward him with tears streaming down his face, felt his heart give a sudden thump. An inexplicable voice rang out in his mind.
It was not just him. Every Longbottom looked up at that moment.
On the battlefield, many people had lost all hope. Dumbledore had fallen. Grindelwald had fallen. The young wizard in whom everyone had placed their hopes, whom they had expected to become the next Dumbledore, had fallen too.
He had even used a method no one had ever seen before, yet Voldemort still lived.
"The Wizarding World is finished..."
"Darkness will engulf us again..."
Voldemort laughed maniacally. He had paid an enormous price, and he now possessed less than half the strength he had at his peak.
But the obstacles in his path through the Wizarding World were finally gone. He would soon reign over the entire world!
Harry stared blankly, his mouth hanging open. His mind was empty except for one thought that kept repeating.