The coast of Sweet Island.
The Magic King suddenly appeared, intervening in the battle in an almost reckless fashion, turning the coast into scorched earth as violent magical energy raged everywhere.
The shattered Salt Soldiers had no chance to gather and reform. After several failed attempts, they turned completely into sea salt and never moved again.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Applause came from the top of the coast's only building-the High Tower.
"What terrifying magic. It's just as stunning no matter how many times I see it. Truly worthy of the woman in the solitary aspect!"
The Absolute King applauded, standing alone at the edge of the High Tower, meeting the furious Magic King's gaze.
He had originally been about to draw his sword and kill Daishi, but the Magic King's arrival had forcibly interrupted the fight and drawn the Absolute King's attention away.
Another dense barrage of lightning fell from above the Absolute King's head, but an invisible barrier intercepted it all.
At the same moment, dense flashes of lightning shot out above a certain lord who was locked in fierce combat with the Salt Soldiers, splitting the lord's skin and flesh and drawing scream after scream.
The Absolute King glanced at the distant battlefield, then looked at the Magic King smugly.
This technique, akin to redirecting an attack onto someone else, was the source of his confidence. Whether in magic or martial arts, he stood at the pinnacle, utterly without an opening.
The Magic King wasted no more words on him. Clearly truly enraged, she charged straight at him, and it gradually developed into a fight to the death between two Salt Kings.
Countless bolts of lightning and hurricanes ravaged the coast, even flying wildly about, often appearing inexplicably in other locations.
The terrain kept changing beneath