He concealed himself within the shadow of the mountains, his figure flickering like a phantom.
Murphy gently raised his hands, a dense gray mist rapidly spreading from beneath his feet.
The mist resembled a giant beast with claws outstretched, enveloping the entire mountainside in an instant.
Within the mist, one could not see their fingers when extended, any sense was isolated outside, and even a sense of direction seemed lost in the dense haze.
Whether vision, hearing, or smell, they all lost their functionality within this mist, making one feel as if placed in an endless chaotic world.
Facing such overwhelming double attacks, Oliver did not display a trace of surprise.
He stood quietly, his gaze calm and profound, as if everything was under his control.
He was well aware of the strength of these two Legendary Mages before him; each one of their spells nearly reached the pinnacle of the same rank.
But that was all there is to it!
