However, in the end, about a quarter of the people successfully released their spells.
Blue demon fire, pink shockwaves, mind-invading disturbances... all kinds of spells came rushing in.
Yet Rosemond struck with just one sword.
He didn't understand spells, witchcraft, or subspace. He only understood his sword. What he possessed was swordsmanship honed over centuries, and beneath that swordsmanship, a core will that remains unshaken by any spiritual energy or subspace evil magic.
These dark magic and witchcraft had no effect on him whatsoever. In fact, because of the sword he swung, those spells dissipated.
Along with them fell the head of the Chaos Wizard Lord.
Then, Rosemond, who charged into the crowd, unleashed his unmatched power.
No matter if they were traitorous warriors of the Wise Man's Legion or elite soldiers enhanced by Jianqi dark magic, no one was his match for even a moment.
He alone tore this entire formation apart like flimsy rags.
