Summit 8

"Boom!"

In an instant, the palm of flames and the giant hand of frost crashed fiercely into each other. The collision between the different power levels of the Great Wizards quickly caused waves of aftershock that rippled outward, instantly crushing the Runic Magic Circle of Blacksand Fort.

A crack immediately appeared in the Runic Magic Circle and widened without stopping. The Black-White Great Wizard said in a low voice, "Alright, the Runic Magic Circle is broken. Go in!"

The Spell Casters who came with the Black-White Great Wizard had been ready long ago. These foreign Spell Casters saw that a crack had appeared in the Runic Magic Circle, so they flew into the gap as quickly as they could.

"D*mn you, Black-White Great Wizard. Is your Ozmu trying to start a full-on war with my Blacksand Fort?"

The colossal palm of flames began to stir up ripples. Beams of firelight soared into the sky, forming a giant fiery-red figure in mid-air.