The moment Lagus uttered those words, Neraxis felt as if his entire body condensed, then reformed.
Yet that was not the case, only an illusion that Lagus had stimulated inside his mind.
But it didn't take a genius to understand that what Lagus had done just now was not great.
In fact, Neraxis already felt his mana zapping by the moment, so to counteract it, he spread out his Void realm.
Or tried to, anyway, yet he was met with a deep resistance to the point where it felt like no matter what he did, he couldn't get past that pressure.
All the while, Lagus wasn't even taking this seriously.
But who could blame him? He had spent eons dedicating his time to perfecting such a realm, and here Neraxis was, trying to replicate the same power with much less strength.
However, since the alternative was death, Neraxis took a deep breath and focused.
The ground suddenly shook as most of the individuals present were erased, slightly distorting the completely white space.
