A dome of all-consuming darkness covered most of the battlefield.
The gravity within it and in the surroundings became so erratic that even the very ground started to tremble.
Just a moment later, cracks started to appear on the surface of the black dome. Then, it shattered into countless pieces before dissipating into the air.
When the dust settled and the pale light of the twin moons once again illuminated the bloody plain, a grotesque scene soon became visible.
All the Magi, who were in Adam's immediate vicinity, were reduced to a bloody meat paste. It didn't matter if they were Mana Foundation, Mana Liquefaction, or even Mana Vortex Magi. They had all met their ends.
In a single move, dozens of these mercenaries and adventurers had perished.
The Magi who were fortunate enough to retreat in time or had maintained considerable distance from the madman didn't fare well either. The weaker ones had died, while the stronger ones were brutally injured.
