The Holy Zither is defeated; The Spatial Throne
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
Boom!
A terrifying explosion sounded.
An invisible wave of air spread out in all directions, causing the robes of the magic caster, Joelson, to flutter in the wind.
A golden flame of combat aura rose from Oswede's body as he watched the battle. He had to use all his strength to resist the wave of air before he could barely stabilize his body.
Looking at the back of Joelson, who was standing like a lone mountain in front of him, his eyes were filled with shock.
He knew that the gap between him and the top geniuses like Joelson and Holy Zither would be huge, but he did not expect it to be this big.
The Golden Lion and the late-stage saint-level powerhouse could not even withstand the energy dissipation of the two of them.
Oswede's confidence took a huge blow.
After a while, when the clouds at the center of the explosion dispersed, Oswede's eyes slowly widened.
An even more intense shock appeared on his face.