After so many years of training, the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj had more or less come to understand something: magic was not powerful simply because magic itself was powerful.
Magic became powerful because the person wielding it was powerful.
For instance, the spells they all knew were not particularly powerful when they cast them, but if Wang Yang cast them, their power would increase enormously, as though they had become different spells altogether.
Their power was downright terrifying.
They practically seemed like entirely different spells.
Now that the dark magic Wang Yang cast was also so powerful, there seemed to be nothing surprising about it.
They could feel a soul-gripping sensation.
Meanwhile, Chthon, who felt that tremendous power, could not help being horrified. He could feel his own power constantly draining away.
This was power he had accumulated over many years.
He had practiced black magic for countless years, yet now he was actually struggling to match an ordinary person.
This was simply absurd.
Had all his years studying black magic been for nothing?
He was the very source of black magic.
At that moment, Chthon could not help doubting himself a little. Even so, his composure would not allow him to panic.
"Sorcerer, you truly are the most troublesome sorcerer I have ever met!"
"Had you lived in our era, perhaps you too could have become a god."
"Unfortunately, you live in the present. You have no chance!"
Chthon shook his head, seemingly finding it something of a pity.
Hearing Chthon say this, Wang Yang could not help feeling puzzled, unsure what other means Chthon had at his disposal.
After all, this was the source of black magic.
Clearly, he would not concede so easily.
But just as he thought Chthon had something else up his sleeve...
Chthon suddenly seemed