After Sophia unleashed the Sixth Tier Magic, she felt a wave of exhaustion as if her mental energy had been drained, and more than seventy percent of her innate mana had entered a refractory state.
Even so, Sophia couldn’t help but feel a sense of unspeakable exhilaration.
It was as if she had released a long-suppressed desire.
Riding the wind through the sky, her deep blue eyes peered downward through her veil.
Then, to her astonishment, she saw a streak of purple like a thunderbolt flash beneath the Thunder God’s Might, and it seemed to be taking the blow of this Sixth Tier Magic head-on?
That was Sixth Tier Magic!
Granted, Sophia had used a trick, borrowing the thunder and lightning accumulated in the clouds above to condense the Thunder God’s Might, but it was still a large mid-tier spell at the sixth level—its power was unimaginable.
The instant the purple and white touched, the roar of thunder descended upon the earth, and the deafening boom startled every household in White Stone City.
For hundreds of years, White Stone City had never seen such a thunderstorm.
Divine Punishment! It must be Divine Punishment!
The elders who still held a shred of faith in the God of the Mountains, upon hearing the close and brilliant display of heavenly majesty, could not help but rush out of their homes, kneeling beneath their eaves and kowtowing to the sky.
“God of the Mountains, great being who rules over thunder and rain.…”
Behind them were phrases of cleansing and purification.
However, the voices were old and muddled, spoken in an ancient tongue that the younger generation could not understand.
Hearing the unusual thunder, the young ones hid inside their houses, trembling and afraid to set foot on that white-washed land, terrified that the lightning would strike them.
In front of the Inn, after the collision of white and purple lightning, both lights exploded, each forming a half-circle against the other.
The dual-colored sphere rapidly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The sphere’s radius stretched a full hundred meters, enveloping the sky between the Golden Town casino and the Inn.
Then a violent shockwave rippled out in all directions.
Where the shockwave passed, houses collapsed and rubble flew; rainwater was flung back into the sky, and the intense heat generated a massive fog, blending with the dust and smoke so that no one could clearly see what was happening inside.
But anyone using a bit of common sense could imagine that such a terrifying magic had blasted a gigantic crater into the ground.
Those watching from afar were utterly shocked.
Roland widened his eyes, trying to catch every detail, eager to witness this rare battle.
Soren gazed at the scene with a grave expression.
“Looks like I was too arrogant. Who would’ve thought those two women would possess such power? Outsiders truly are remarkable—it’s no wonder they dared trample Ronald beneath their feet.”
“Haha, I knew it.”
Roland let out a long breath; he too was quite tense, especially watching Nina and that dual-blade man chasing and clashing.
The warriors’ battle looked plain on the surface, but was laced with killing intent.
Even a single mistake could mean instant death.
Only warriors could truly understand just how terrifying that speed and strength was—an ordinary Fifth Tier couldn’t match up!
“Those two are probably both Sixth Tier. The one in the sky is a Fifth Tier magic user, likely relying on the weather and magic artifacts to fight, right?”
That was Roland’s thought—if a Fifth Tier could suppress a Sixth Tier, it must be through special magic tools and favorable timing.
The lower the tier, the more equipment could make up for a lack of strength in cross-tier battles.
Conversely, the higher the tier, the harder it became to rely on magic tools, no matter how many one possessed.
But at this moment, Soren said, “Don’t be hasty—watch that man called Eugene, he’s already made his move.”
When that name came up, only one word came to Roland’s mind.
Tyrant. A ruthless overlord.
That purple lightning just now had been Eugene’s Sixth-tier Skill. He had forcibly received the Thunder God’s Might and saved those under the dark curtain.
Within the white mist, the Black Robed Elder’s curtain was now tattered and broken, like an umbrella battered by countless storms.
The Black Robed Elder, exhausted, lowered his raised arm, letting the curtain collapse entirely before glancing at the scene around him.
Three meters around the Black Robed Elder’s feet, the ground was cracked and scorched black.
The collision of the two attacks had blasted out a shallow pit.
The Inn had been completely destroyed, and even the Golden Town casino across the street had been heavily affected, its former luster now gone.
Still, it fared better than the area behind the Inn, which was nothing but a field of shattered ruins.
The casino had only partially collapsed—a bit of repair and it could start making money again.
Someone had shielded it.
Seeing such attack magic, the elder was shaken. If he had been forced to receive the full force of that Sixth Tier Magic himself, he’d have been lucky to survive, let alone escape severe injury.
As for those around him—they’d surely be dead!
That little Fifth Tier girl actually had such power?
She must have a good master. Perhaps a Seventh or even Eighth Tier—these outsiders were truly terrifying!
As the mist cleared a bit, a tall man stood at the edge of the crater, holding a spear, staring in the elder’s direction.
Noticing this, the elder quickly said, “Many thanks for your assistance, Lord Eugene.”
“Mm.”
Eugene Dawn, the Underground Tyrant of White Stone City.
He wore a black combat suit, his right hand fitted with a battered Bronze Pauldron, Bronze Bracer, and a Bronze Gauntlet, and in his grip was a Dark Purple Spear.
Aside from this, he wore little protection.
His cold face was covered in scars, especially the massive one that ran from his brow to the corner of his mouth, giving him a vicious and fearsome appearance.
Unlike his younger brother Ronald’s delicate, handsome features, Eugene was every bit the image of a violent villain—but he was steadier and more natural than Ronald.
Everything Ronald did seemed like an imitation of this Underground Tyrant.
Upon seeing Eugene, Ronald did not complain or beg his elder brother to take revenge for him.
Instead, he instinctively trembled in fear.
At the sight of his brother, memories surged up—memories of that drunken, violent man—their father.
It took Ronald a long moment to squeeze out two words.
“Bro…”
Eugene swept him a cold glance, then looked behind Ronald, making Ronald’s heart pound.
Something behind him?
He tried to turn his stiff, rusted neck to see what was there, but the Black-faced Guard beside him suddenly pressed a hand to his face, preventing him from looking back.
The Black-faced Guard’s face was deathly pale, and his hand was shaking uncontrollably, as if whatever was behind them was so terrifying and strange that seeing it meant certain death.
Ronald suddenly felt a chill down his back, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Killing intent was stretched taut, like a wire; a single touch would bring unknown terror.
Only by not looking or sensing could one hope to avoid disaster.
Eugene’s gaze landed on the gray-haired woman who had appeared behind the Black Robed Elder and his companions—she wore a gray robe and a pair of fine-rimmed glasses.
His expression unchanged, he said, “Ma’am, perhaps we could have a discussion.”
Wendy stood nervously by Enya’s side, her emerald eyes darting toward her senior.
Senior, why did you bring me to a place like this?
I’m scared, senior!
Siya’s face had been calm, but when she heard Eugene’s “let’s talk,” a cold glint flickered in her tranquil eyes.
“Talk? Heh.”
She slowly raised her hand, about to point at the Black Robed Elder.
The elder’s mouth and eyes flew open in horror, his face contorting grotesquely.
Dense white mist poured from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, but before it could escape, with just a casual gesture from Enya, he let out a shrill scream, and the white mist vanished in a flash.
The Black Robed Elder’s body slumped to the ground, limp.
The sight made Ronald’s legs give out, and he collapsed onto the rubble-strewn earth.
His body trembled even more violently.
A single gesture to kill someone?
And a Sixth Tier magic user at that?
The Underground Tyrant—Eugene Dawn—no longer had the same casual demeanor as when he took the Thunder God’s Might.
This woman was no ordinary person!
The Black-faced Guard, still clutching Ronald, was just about to leap up when, to his horror, he discovered his legs had been severed at some point.
Ronald tumbled down the slope, rolled a few times, then scrambled up, reaching out a hand toward Eugene and shouting in terror, “Bro, save me!”
The Underground Tyrant Eugene’s eyelid twitched.