Chapter 930: Technique
They were simply far too close to the battlefield...
Their hearts nearly burst from the deafening roar that swept across them...
It wasn’t just the unlucky few closest to the blast—everyone within a thousand meters of the battlefield was affected. While not as severe, it still felt as if a giant hand had squeezed their hearts tight.
Whether human or orc, everyone instinctively kept their distance from the raging clash between Leon and the Ancestral Warden.
And that deafening roar was just the first collision—Tail of the Frost Leviathan against the Ancestral Warden’s massive palm. What followed was a relentless thunder, like ten thousand storms stampeding across the battlefield!
At the very first impact, the Ancestral Warden suffered a major blow—his palm nearly blasted apart. But his body was spiritual; the three shattered fingers regrew almost instantly. His enormous eyes, over two meters wide, glared furiously at Leon, ignoring everyone else, charging forward with a savage roar as if determined to tear Leon to pieces.
Leon sneered, raising the Doombringer Staff and chanting rapidly. Runes of light spilled from his lips, each one nearly tangible, while the runes pouring from the phantom wheel behind him surged like a torrent.
But every rune converged at the tip of the Doombringer Staff.
A terrifying ripple spread out, waves radiating in all directions, making the surrounding space unstable.