Boom-!
A tsunami-like psychic storm slammed into the shield, yet the thousands of powerful psychic blasts were forcibly stopped by this magic barrier!
At the sight, a flicker of understanding crossed Solomon's eyes.
Over the past few days, he had analyzed ancient texts day and night in the Eternity Library, finally gaining a deep understanding of so-called magic.
Magic truly was a bizarre, illogical power of miracles.
Unbound by any single form, it could simulate and encompass almost every superhuman ability in the universe.
It could convert the energy attribute into any other attribute, and magic could manifest abilities of any attribute as well.
Psychic power, self-healing, immense strength, extraordinary defense, vision that saw through everything-all could be achieved through magic.
The golden magic barrier surrounding Hespera looked as thin as a cicada's wing and utterly unremarkable, but its defensive power was incomparably strong.
Whether it faced pure physical bombardment, raging magic elements, or an invisible, formless psychic torrent, nothing could advance an inch unless it breached the barrier's energy limit.
Solomon's mental attribute was currently at level 7.3. With psychic power alone, he indeed could not shake this absolute bulwark constructed from level 7.5 energy.
But he possessed an immense amount of rule power, and over a thousand Clones were attacking simultaneously.
By all rights, psychic storms from over a thousand Clones with a level 7.3 mental attribute should have been enough to tear through any defense with overwhelming force.
Yet something bizarre happened.
When the terrifying psychic torrent, powerful enough to overturn the entire library, struck the magic barrier, it vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea, unable to stir even the faintest ripple.
"Save your strength, mortal."
Standing at the center of the raging storm, Hespera still maintained the lofty elegance of a god.
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