Pulsing Death

But luck wouldn't be on Phoenix's side. As soon as she thought this, another wave of pure evil mana washed through the battlefield, crashing through the allied troops.

But the difference in power from the first one was too great. Something had changed.

Some of them outright fell unconscious, while others fell to their knees, gasping for air.

It affected the nine remaining players to different degrees, with the ones that couldn't wield mana or had no legacy affected the most—Astaroth, whose control over a stronger source of magic than mana, immediately felt the difference.

'This isn't demonic mana… This is Demonic Aether. Whoever is sending these is not a foe that just anyone can take on…'

A second pulse washed through the battlefield.

Astaroth flew into the sky to see where it came from. And from there, he saw it.

Deep inside the demon war camp. A portal was opening.