There were those who couldn't dodge in time; their faces contorted under the sonic waves, blood flowed from all their orifices as they staggered and barely escaped.
Claire, who was originally preparing a spell, ready to sneak attack Skull Mourning Bell Maphalin, also retreated swiftly.
Not until she reached a completely safe area did Claire catch her breath with lingering fear.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she abruptly lifted her head to look towards the center of the sonic wave explosion.
The area was shattered into pieces: a huge hexagonal snowflake pattern and four Pure White Ice Blades – all broken, leaving only a pale golden Spiritual Field that was rapidly compressing and shrinking under the sonic tsunami.
"Damn.."
Claire's face turned extremely ugly; she clenched her fists tightly, then unwillingly and gradually loosened them...
"Is this Maphalin's true strength?"
The spectating wizards were all moved, their eyes filled with shock and horror.
