"Spirits can't possibly control fire magic attacks this well... These two must be the human brat you mentioned earlier, looks like he's not dead." The necromancer said to his companion. He beckoned with his hand, and the blood mist that had been scattered by the explosion immediately recondensed, the magic array restored to its original shape.

  "Really not dead?" The old man, a death spirit master, squinted his somewhat dim and blurry eyes to look down at the ground, but from such a height, people were just small dots. "Just now I should have given him a Thunderclap Bomb..." He sat on the neck of a stone statue ghost, which let out a loud cry and flapped its wings to leave the circle and fly downwards. "I'll go down to protect you, you continue to manipulate things here and burn down the Whispering Forest, and also kill that annoying little brat."

  The necromancer who manipulated the magic circle looked down at the people below, who were just small black dots, thought for a moment, and sighed. He nodded as if he had made some kind of decision, and muttered to himself: "Fine, I'll kill him then."

  The light screen recovered, and the focus immediately fell back to its original place. The many spirits in the light circle only had time to let out a faint cry of despair, and in the blink of an eye they all turned dark under the dazzling light.

  Asa dragged Rua out just as they got back to their feet, and immediately saw that dazzling light coming towards them. He pushed Rua away with force and jumped in the opposite direction himself.

  It was just a passing distance from his side, and the high temperature of the light circle's focus had already set Asa's hair on fire.

  But just after rolling over on the ground a few times, he got up with a scorched head and a dirty face, only to see that the flashing light circle was moving towards him again.

  Asa was both shocked and terrified. Just now, he wasn't directly burned because he dodged quickly, but rather the Death Spirit Master himself didn't control it well. Under such an attack, dodging was almost meaningless.

  That dazzling focal point flickered and swayed, as if a living sun was dancing on the dark scorched earth. It wasn't easy to accurately track the focal point onto a target, and the Death Spirit Master was working hard to control it.

  This magic circle, condensed from the essence of thousands of people's blood and flesh, is absolutely incomparable to the one Sedros cast in the Barbaric Highlands. Although the sunlight here isn't as intense as it was on the highlands, the circle formed by the stone statues is at least ten times larger than the Whispering Woods, gathering more than ten times the amount of light. Just gazing at the illuminated area for a couple of seconds would make one's eyes unbearable, and if they continued to stare, even if they didn't die, they would go blind.

  What just happened was just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Asa looked up and saw that the circle of stone statues was still rotating, which should be what maintained the magic array in the air without dispersing, attacking here is the root of it all.

  A gigantic fireball that can no longer be called a "ball" rose from the ground and flew towards the stone statue in the sky. Such low-level magic, without resonance after condensation, the huge volume has fully represented the fierce energy contained within.

  A stone statue ghost that had left the circular formation flew towards the fireball. The old man, a death spirit master, simply waved his hand lightly, and the trajectory of the fireball immediately shifted, brushing past the stone statue ghost as it flew into the sky and grew smaller and smaller.

  The little sun that was jumping on the ground flew over again not far from his body, Asa let out a cry, he could feel that his skin all over his body seemed to have been cut by a hot knife. The smell of scorching in the air suddenly became thicker, because it was the smell emitted by his own skin. However, he didn't move, and the opponent's attack couldn't be predicted at all, moving randomly might make him easier to get hit.

  "Get away from here!" Asa roared at the nearby Luya. She was futilely searching for survivors among the pile of charred bodies of the elves, her silver hair and face now completely blackened with soot and tears had smudged her beautiful face into a mess.

  But she didn't leave after hearing Asa's roar, instead she took a few steps closer and began to chant in the language of the spirits. A gentle green light swept over Asa's body, and his injuries immediately started to subside.

  Asa took a deep breath of the scorching hot air that was almost enough to steam-cook his lungs, and grasped his right wrist with his left hand. "Boom" He was knocked off his feet by the recoil of his own magic, sending dust flying all around him.

  This was still the lowest level of fireball technique, but there was no fireball, at least not one that could be seen. There was only a dark red shadow that stretched from the ground to the bottom of the stone statue ridden by the Death Spirit Mage in the blink of an eye. This shot did not aim at those stone statues surrounding him in a circle, he had to take care of this defensive opponent first.

  "Good." The necromancer's voice of approval was still as desolate as ever. This time, he didn't downplay it, but instead lifted his hands with a heavy yet effortless motion, and the magic that had already transformed into a streak of flames seemed to be pressed down by an invisible force, slowing down its rapid ascent. The fireball, though still rising, appeared to be sinking deeper and deeper into the unseen quagmire, slowing down more and more, until it almost came to a stop about three meters away from the stone statue. With a lift of his hands, the necromancer sent the fireball flying back up into the sky with a reluctant roar, where it disappeared.

  The halo shook and swayed again on the ground, this time even farther away from Asa. It seemed that controlling it wasn't a simple matter, but Asa didn't feel relieved, instead he felt a chill run down his back. The previous attack was indeed his full strength, but the undead mage had dissolved it with ease.

  He almost went all out every time, but the intercepting Death Spirit Mage didn't even confront his magic head-on. Controlling a small magic like wind pressure was just a drop in the ocean compared to the Death Spirit Mage's vast magical power, and he could recover his magical energy with just one breath. Even if he wanted to rely on the Sun Spring's magic to supplement and deplete the opponent's magic, it was just a pipe dream. Moreover, he didn't even have that much time.

  Run away, he thought suddenly. Facing the unavoidable attack from hundreds of meters high in the air, an opponent with a magical level far beyond his own who specialized in defense - how could he fight?

  No, can't escape. Even if you try to escape, the Death Spirit Master above just needs to change the direction of the light circle and the focal point on the ground will shift instantly. And if you reveal your escape route, you're more likely to be hit.

  Aza concentrated his mind and launched three fireballs in different directions towards the three stone golems.

  The necromancer in the sky shook his head, disappointed by the three consecutive shots that even high-level mages couldn't achieve. With a dance-like motion of both hands, he swung out and the three fireballs obediently turned around and went off in three different directions.

  The little sun representing death and destruction flickered more violently on the ground, and the undead mage controlling the air magic array continued to debug.

  "Run fast!" Asa shouted to Luya. "We'll run separately." He had finally given up hope.

  Luya was still stunned there, Asa rushed up and picked her up and threw her out. Then he turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

  He hadn't run far when Asa's eyes were suddenly filled with a blinding light, and the entire world was completely replaced by this boundless radiance. In his last glimpse, he saw that everything within dozens of meters around him had turned into light.

  The necromancer who controlled the light didn't waste any more time studying how to capture his shadow with a focal point of five or six meters in diameter, but instead directly enlarged the focal point to nearly a hundred meters, directly enveloping him within it.

  A wider focus means dispersed light and heat, but that's enough. Within a radius of two or three miles, the difference between five or six meters and one hundred meters in terms of what is displayed on the human body is not great, similarly, drying anything with moisture, burning it to a crisp, only takes a few seconds longer than an instant.

  Asa's eyes went dark immediately after feeling the intense light, he raised his hand to cover them but it was too late, the piercing pain only lasted for a few seconds, once the nerve endings on the surface of his skin were burned out, he couldn't feel anything anymore. He felt like he was screaming, but didn't hear anything, probably because his vocal cords and throat were also charred, his nose smelled the stench of his own burnt hair, skin, and muscle.

  Subconsciously, Asa stumbled and staggered towards the well. He didn't know anything anymore, only that his entire body was on fire, with magma flowing through his blood vessels, and his internal organs were about to explode like fireworks. All he knew was that there was water there, and he needed it.

  He used his last willpower to control the almost charred muscles and rushed to the edge of the sun well, where he fell in headfirst.

  The undead mage manipulating the air magic array in mid-air saw Asa dive into the Sun Well and immediately narrowed the focal point of the light to target the location of the Sun Well. Since he discovered that concentrating the focal point on the Sun Well was particularly easy, unlike other places, he simply narrowed the focal point again, fully focusing it directly on the Sun Well within three or four meters. He didn't just want to scorch his target, burning it to ashes, but also wanted to use this light to evaporate and destroy the Sun Well itself.

  Under the shadow, the huge funnel-shaped light screen cast the sunlight that originally illuminated the entire Whispering Woods onto the Sun Well, where it was now shining brightly, and even the rocks around the well reflected dazzling rays of light, as if that were the real sun.

  The Lich looked at the dazzling light point that even he felt dazzling, and nodded in satisfaction. Nothing could stop such an attack, even if it was a river, only drying up, or a steel-cast fortress, only melting.

  The well water is hot or cold, or if there's still well water inside, Asa has no idea. His whole body doesn't have a single intact sense organ, his eyes are also blind. However, he felt the light, which seemed to penetrate his body like crystal. This light not only penetrated him but also seemed to swirl around in the well and pour back into his body, filling it with light. After these lights filled his body, they wanted to spill out again, making him feel as if he was about to burst. The light seemed to be bursting out of every pore on his already charred body...

  "Huh?" The sun was shining down, but there didn't seem to be anything special about the reflection. The necromancer was just thinking it was strange when he suddenly heard a rumbling sound like thunder. He looked up and saw that the sky was still cloudless, but the rumble seemed to be coming from the ground.

  He lowered his head and saw a huge red thing rising from there, as big as a small mountain.

  "Quickly...!" Under the magic circle, even the undead mage didn't want to stay, and he himself flew up like an arrow, grabbing his companion's hand. The second half of his words were already drowned out by the roaring sound, and on his usually expressionless face, there was actually a terrified look.

  The huge thing below rose slowly, but it was just an illusion compared to its volume. Finally, its lower end had left the sun well and presented a magnificent fireball image. The whole sky trembled under the unimaginable magic power.

  Two dead spirit masters did not command the stone statue ghosts, nor did they fly away. They held each other's hands tightly and recited incantations that even they themselves could not hear.

  The stone statue that was abandoned by the death spirit wizard has now come into contact with the surface of the massive fireball, its huge and hard body is now like paper, silently shattering, disintegrating, and being engulfed in the turbulent waves of magical energy. The massive fireball was not hindered at all, and in an instant it had already risen to below the magic circle formed by the stone statues.

  Just as the fireball and magic circle were about to make contact, the two undead mages' silhouettes vanished simultaneously. They didn't use flight spells, but instead used a forbidden spell of extremely dangerous spatial transfer to teleport themselves away.

  The sky shattered. This is how all Aili residents commonly described that terrifying moment afterwards.

  The deafening roar of the explosion could be heard in towns hundreds of miles away. In several villages near the Whispering Woods, nearly half of the houses were knocked down by the shockwave. Countless trees around the Whispering Woods were uprooted, and the shattered limbs of the cultists, blackened charcoal, and fragments of stone statues rained down over an area of dozens of miles in diameter, like a deadly storm. About half of the Nature God's cultists who had fled back home or were still fleeing had their ears temporarily deafened by the shockwave.

  Almost everyone in Aili thought it was the arrival of doomsday.

  In the historical records of Aili, whether it was that strange forest, the natural god's heresy, the ancient stone statues that appeared around, or the riot of tens of thousands of followers on this day, the strange heavenly image and the strange big fire in the forest... All the turmoil and changes were thoroughly ended and disappeared in this explosion that almost shattered Aili.