Nine pure white swords of light hovered in the sky, their hilts aligned together to form a dazzling, spinning wheel of light.
The sword blades emitted a chilling gleam and a whistling wind.
In an instant, propelled by Damien, this wheel of light shot toward Owen, a pure aura of purification radiating outwards, dispelling all the surrounding darkness.
The world turned blindingly white.
Owen squinted, recognizing this as the ultimate spell of the God of Light, its attack speed as swift as flowing light, allowing almost no time to react.
For any other mage—even a God Emperor-tier mage—this nearly undetectable wheel of light might have been a deadly blow.
But Owen had completely absorbed the God of Light's supreme magical legacy, and even surpassed it.
To him, this attack was riddled with flaws.