The seven spellcasting monsters—each an Orson clone—furiously swung their staves, unleashing a torrent of Chaos Magic Balls that merged into a sea of arcane destruction, swallowing the crater where Daloré lay.
In just a dozen seconds, a thunderous detonation sounded.
Daloré's shield—gone.
A piercing, guttural scream tore through the skies as violet-gold energy erupted upward. Daloré had suffered mana backlash.
And the stronger the spell being interrupted, the more devastating the backlash.
Mana Backlash - 90 million!
Everyone present gulped in unison. This was the so-called "God of the Skies"?
Right now, he couldn't even crawl convincingly.
The Purple-Gold Dragon King soared up from the crater in dragon form, his scales shredded and bleeding profusely.
Violet-gold energy flared around him as he activated Dragon Body, beginning to regenerate. His HP started to climb.
