Noah scoffed, his posture remaining completely upright and unyielding as the thousands of razor-sharp daggers converged on his body from both horizons.
'Trying to pincer me, a good plan… except.' he thought.
Instead of deploying a complex sequence of defensive barriers or trying to dodge the incoming storm, Noah simply willed his mana to expand outward from his core.
A powerful golden-yellow wave suddenly bursted out of him, a colossal shockwave of pure, high-density neutral mana exploding from his silhouette.
The moment the golden wave came into contact with the incoming pincer attack, it was like a drop of ink falling into a furnace.
The wave evaporated the thousands of blades circling him within an instant, shattering the solidified shadow mana into microscopic, harmless particles of gray vapor before they could even scratch the fabric of his cloak.
The devastating momentum of the arch magus's output didn't stop once the projectile storm was neutralized.
