This lightning was completely different from the thunderclouds and lightning summoned by Hen – they were fierce and imposing.
It was unusually quiet, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted and rippled by this force.
Karl's eyes narrowed, and he abruptly thrust his hand forward. The golden lightning flashed silently and quickly, beyond visual perception.
The Spitfire Demon, still displaying a mocking expression on its face, was lightly "thrown" to the ground.
Unlike its previous self-confidence shown in directly confronting the lightning strike, the moment this golden lightning appeared...
The demon's massive body below suddenly tensed, and for the first time, its complex eyes reflected an uncontrollable fear, stemming from the instinct of life and death.
*CRACK, CRACK, CRACK!!!" A sharp, unlike before, piercing screech, full of fear and panic, rang out.
It no longer cared about mocking or healing its wounds.
It desperately and frantically moved its mutilated limbs and body, trying to escape the deadly lightning.
However, its speed of retreat was pitifully slow, like a snail crawling in the face of the golden lightning emitted by Karl.
The golden lightning struck precisely in a relatively vulnerable area of the Spitfire Demon's abdomen, the spot where Karl had previously focused his attacks and where the carapace was most severely damaged.
There was no deafening explosion, only a soft plop.
Immediately after, the Spitfire Demon's cry, full of fear and pain, abruptly stopped, turning into a weak, deathbed wail.
Where the golden lightning struck, its incredibly tough carapace, possessing extremely high magic resistance, silently and completely disappeared, like ice and snow under the sun's rays.
It was not shattered nor melted, but completely erased, revealing a terrifying hole with smooth edges, over ten meters in diameter, through which light shone from front to back.
Through this large hole, the charred remains inside the Spitfire Demon's body could be clearly seen.
All its organs and tissues were instantly charred and destroyed by the divine power, and the lightning nearly tore its body in half.
After the strike, the divine power did not dissipate immediately, but spread and rapidly pulsed through the Spitfire Demon's remaining body like a living thing.
Golden electric snakes, crackling upon contact with the carapace, coiled around each segment of its body, and wherever they passed, the carapace cracked and the flesh was burned.
The pure golden light was so intense that it instantly dispelled the dark red color of half of the created magic circle, illuminating it with radiant gold.
The dark clouds, which had not fully dissipated after Hen stopped reciting the spell, quickly melted and disappeared in the golden light.
But that was not all. After the golden lightning easily pierced and seriously wounded the Spitfire Demon...
Its internal divine power was not greatly diminished, and its momentum was not reduced at all. It continued to fall and finally crashed into the ground beneath the Spitfire Demon.
*BOOM!!!" This time, the earth truly shattered.
In the initial moment, there was no fire or smoke, only the release of pure, ultimate energy.
At the point of impact, the ground within a radius of 100 meters looked as if it had been violently kneaded by an invisible giant hand.
First, it rose and fell sharply for a short while, like waves.
Then, just as it reached a certain limit, it shattered, completely shattered.
Everything on the Earth's surface – sharp boulders, tenacious trees, hills…
Under the influence of divine power, everything instantly turned into fine dust.
Then, the entire ground lost its support and collapsed downward, forming a giant bowl-shaped crater over 30 meters deep.
Extremely strong tremors spread in all directions, like ripples, followed by shockwaves visible to the naked eye – a mixture of stones and soil turned to powder.
It raced towards the cliff where Triss, Keira, and Hen were standing, like a tsunami crashing down.
"Be careful!" Triss and Keira's expressions changed drastically. Almost a moment before the shockwave arrived, they simultaneously shouted and abruptly thrust their hands forward.
The two unhesitatingly poured out their magical power, and instantly a thin, semi-transparent shield was formed, reliably protecting the three of them and the ground beneath their feet.
*BOOM!!! CRASH!!!" The shockwave slammed into the protective barrier, causing the rock to shake violently, as if it were about to collapse.
The rocky ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch, and countless stone fragments trembled and fell downward.
The protective screen flashed wildly, its oscillations reaching extreme levels, as if it were about to shatter.
The two sorceresses gritted their teeth, turned pale, and tried their best to keep the shield stable.
Fortunately, although the shockwave was powerful, it did not last long. After a few moments, the destructive force finally subsided.
Although the protective shield had dimmed and was on the verge of collapse, it ultimately withstood the repeated impacts.
Seeing that the two had blocked the impact on their own, Heng, who had been calmly standing by, slowly lowered his slightly raised hand in his sleeve, ready to reinforce the defense at any moment.
A barely perceptible approving glint flickered in his eyes as he looked at Triss and Keira.
For a moment, calm prevailed on the cliff top, except for the giant crater in the distance.
And the dying demon at the bottom of the chasm, its body crackling with golden lightning and seemingly unable even to heal itself, silently testified to the power contained in that attack.
All eyes were once again fixed on the god-like figure hovering in the golden light.
Borch slightly turned his dragon head, his complex gaze sliding over the Karl standing beside him, his profile calm and almost indifferent.
There was no joy of victory in those eyes, no exhaustion from overexertion, only a deep, unfathomable calm.
It seemed that the attack that had brought the Spitfire Demon to the brink of death was merely a light flick of dust on its shoulder.
Then his gaze fell on the battlefield below – no, it could no longer be called a battlefield, but rather a true wasteland.
The originally rolling hills had completely disappeared, replaced by a huge, deep, bowl-shaped depression.
The bottom of the pit exposed a glassy substance formed by melting at high temperatures followed by rapid cooling.
On the edge of the pit lay the Spitfire Demon, which had previously caused him no small amount of trouble and even made him feel somewhat powerless.
At this moment, it lay there in a pitiful state, its body charred and disfigured, the terrible penetrating wound in its abdomen nearly tearing it in half.
Thin golden electric snakes still jumped over the remaining shell, suppressing its self-healing ability.
A strange smell hung in the air, a mixture of ozone, the smell of burning, and the stench of some alien creature's blood.
Gulp. Borch unconsciously swallowed; the sound was particularly clear in the relatively quiet atmosphere.
The company now understood that its previous "spats" with Karl had merely been playing along.
Karl hadn't even used this power to heal Myrgtabrakke and himself; he hadn't used it during their sparring.
At the time, Karl was simply experimenting with his incredible physical strength, speed, and some abilities the device couldn't understand.