Chen's aura grew increasingly terrifying. Since the start of the battle, he had only made a move once, completely different from those mages who recklessly used their skills.
Chen pursued efficiency. In his view, every single point of Mana Value in a battle was precious. Even wasting a fraction was unacceptable to him. It's a kind of positive compulsion, or rather, every Mage Lord had this compulsion.
The Dark Element compressed and gathered at Chen's fingertips, causing the ground around them to tremble. Such a significant disturbance naturally caught the attention of the Ant King, who was tangled in battle with the Frost Giant and the Chairman.
"If that hits, things won't be good."
The Ant King raised its arm to shield its head, blocking the Frost Giant's hammer blow with a boom.
"Thirty-four styles."
The Chairman's hand shot out like a blade, and the Hundred-style sculpture behind him mirrored the motion, amplifying the range of the attack a hundredfold.
