But at the same time, there was a sense of discord.
The ground was covered in shattered stones and broken walls, swirling high in the air like a mad storm.
The atmosphere around them was compressed, becoming dense and heavy.
At this very moment, the entire Cerryti Empire and even the whole northern part of the South Continent held their breath, waiting for the initial clash of the battle.
Who gains the upper hand and who falls behind will determine who truly occupies the position of the Challenger.
Countless eyes were fixed on the broadcast lens, which continuously shook and flashed with glitches.
"Could it be that you cannot attack, rather than do not want to attack?"
Hesintos paused in slashing at this White Robed Pope and asked, allowing the blizzard in the briefly calm air current to fall again with gravity.
Even if the opponent knew he excelled at Counter Magic, they shouldn't continue to be this inactive.
