Golden light suddenly burst forth from the depths of Hyjal and rose into the air.
Under the surging magic, the ferocious golden dragon opened its enormous maw and swallowed up the surrounding darkness in one fell swoop.
The dazzling light waves, like giant waves rising from the ocean, burst forth from Endymion's vast space.
It swept across the vast expanse of clouds, covering the entire sky.
The dissipation of the golden light turned the darkness into a complete collapse of smoke and dust.
It dissipated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, allowing the entire city of Hyjal to be bathed in pure sunlight.
The vast sea of clouds surged and spread under the impact of this powerful, magical wave, rolling unrestrainedly.
This caused the skies of the entire world to become restless, boiling and turbulent.
The chaotic sea of clouds collided and compressed against each other, and the dense raindrops rapidly condensed under the terrifying force.
Under the golden light, an exhilarating downpour fell from the clear sky.
Raindrops pierced through the ethereal space, pattering against the suspended castle, splashing up a flurry of water that washed over Hyjal and the entire world's sky.
They attempted to completely wash away the last trace of darkness remaining within the city shrouded in clouds.
Soon after, the heavy rain gradually subsided.
The once dense raindrops became sparse, and now, a clear and bright sky has been cleared in the air.
After being struck by the golden light and battered by the torrential rain, Hyjal was completely shattered, turning into tiny pieces of floating rock that drifted in mid-air.
Pure sunlight streamed down from the sky, shining through the high Endymion and onto these broken pumice stones.
The light revealed the original colors of countless pumice stones, and the water droplets on the rock surfaces shimmered and dazzled in the light.
The monks, who had been keeping their eyes closed, felt the long-awaited warmth of the sun shining on them. They carefully opened their eyes and looked up at the sky.
Many people, upon first seeing this light, were so overwhelmed by its brightness that they could hardly open their eyes.
After their eyes adjusted to the light, they subconsciously looked around.
The massive trees above Hyjal swayed incessantly with the wind generated by the magic.
The lush leaves fluttered lightly, rustling against each other with a clear sound.
Seeing that Hyjal was now in ruins, and that the Dark Archmage's chaotic dark magic had been completely dissipated in the previous attack,
The vast emptiness around them left everyone momentarily stunned, frozen in place, seemingly at a loss.
Could that really be called magic?
Everyone present recalled Aurelion's final punch.
That terrifying power even tore the entire sky apart, completely dispelling the darkness.
Is this power truly achievable by humans?
Just now, Victor's magic failed to withstand Aurelion's attack.
Under the impact of the two, the terrifying triangular shape of different colors completely dissipated and disintegrated.
So, doesn't that mean...?
Did we win?
The moment this thought suddenly arose in the minds of all the monks, no one could believe it.
Although smiles appeared on their faces, their hearts were still trembling with excitement and disbelief at the fact.
A monk suddenly said excitedly to the person next to him:
"Pinch me quickly."
"ah!"
The monk cried out in alarm as pain shot through his arm.
"It's real! It's real!"
"Queen Aurelion has won! We've won!"
His voice ignited the passion of countless silent mages like sparks.
Instantly, countless people cheered in unison, the sound waves sweeping across the surrounding empty sky and echoing throughout Endymion.
Soon, many people, filled with the joy of victory, turned their gaze toward Aurelion.
Then they saw it.
Aurelion's body was covered with scars from various angles, of different lengths and dark colors.
But it still stood upright and resolute atop the floating rock bathed in light.
The bloodstains had dried, and it stood silently like a sculpture, motionless.
This scene caused all the cheering monks to suddenly fall silent.
But then they suddenly saw Viktor standing there, seemingly unharmed.
He had his hands in his pockets, his trench coat billowing in the wind, his face calm and showing no sign of surprise.
That single glance brought the laughter of all the mages present to an abrupt halt, and the smiles on their faces vanished instantly.
Many people felt a chill in their hearts, and the flame of victory that had been burning in their hearts was instantly extinguished.
Viktor was completely unharmed!?
Despite the immense power of the magic, the entire city of Hyjal nearly collapsed under the impact of the two spells.
Even the vast, cloud-covered sky churned and churned under that terrifying force, making it a truly frightening sight.
However, Viktor was completely unharmed in the face of such powerful magic?
In an instant, in the hearts of countless mages, this Hyjal pumice ruin, once again shrouded in a deep sense of despair.
This magic spell failed to harm Viktor in the slightest.
Looking at Aurelion again, her body was covered in wounds, yet not a single drop of blood was visible.
She stood silently on the rock, and no one knew whether she was even conscious at that moment.
Completely powerless to resist, she was as fragile as a candle in the wind.
Countless mages tacitly agreed that the power Aurelion had unleashed had clearly reached the limits of human capability.
Even so, Viktor was completely unharmed.
Is the gap between them and Viktor really that big?
Everyone felt that in Viktor's eyes, their own lives seemed incredibly insignificant.
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