Merlin seemed to be in a good mood. He had not even seen how the story would unfold, yet he already seemed to know the answer.
He appeared convinced that Su Ming and his group could not break through layer upon layer of magical obstacles and steal his prey.
So the old man seemed to have gone mad again. He floated in the air, laughing wildly, as though he regarded everyone as comic performers.
But his hearty laughter did not last long.
"Crack."
A crisp sound interrupted his wild laughter. Looking down, he saw that the greatsword in Deathstroke's hand had extended more than ten meters. With just an ordinary slash, every magical defense before him had been cleaved in two.
That sound had not been the sound of spells breaking. The sword had cut through space itself, exposing the black backdrop of the void beneath its blade.
The magical barriers had been built upon this dimension. Deathstroke had cut open the dimension with one stroke, like tearing away part of a house's foundation. The magic built atop it immediately became a castle in the air.
He had anticipated this long ago. Most Mages preferred defensive battles, using Magic Circles or all kinds of tools to build terrain favorable to themselves. This sort of tactic was much like a spider's.
The Sorcerer Supreme could not cast spells, but that did not mean he did not know how to deal with other Mages. Or rather, he was actually better at destroying other people's magic.
He turned the sword sideways to widen the breach. Su Ming stepped through the so-called defenses, then slowly floated upward. Behind him were shining fragments left by shattered magic, spinning away through the air like reflective glass.
The crack in the void gradually healed after the weapon