Mages Are Too OP

However, the energy and light unleashed by the explosion shrank quickly, as if time had been reversed.

Futi knew that it wasn’t a reverse of time, but that the magic energy was being swallowed by something.

Unfortunately for them, the explosion expanded again in the middle of shrinking.

However, the power of the explosion had dwindled.

A strong wind swept out with explosive energy, causing a tsunami of flames that looked like red donuts to spread quickly.

The flames stopped after moving for several dozen meters.

At this moment, Futi had already covered half of the distance and was about to land.

Then, she saw two blackened dragons fleeing from the center of the explosion.

“White dragons, die!”

Although they had been singed, Futi still detected that they were the same white dragons based on their magic power.

She lunged at them without hesitation and bit the neck of one of the white dragons.

The silver dragons were the fastest dragons.

Also, the two white dragons had been wounded, so she easily caught one of the m after accelerating.

Then, she extended her claws to the dragon’s neck and twisted his head.

After a crack, the dragon’s head was turned 180 degrees. At the same time, the white dragon’s eyes turned gray. The other blackened dragon bellowed, “Big brother… How dare you, bitch!” Futi dropped the white dragon that was almost fully dead and dashed to the other white dragon. In the meantime, the young Evil God coughed on the blackened altar and slowly stood up.

“How did this happen!”

He was baffled. Why was he caught by Roland, the enemy that he wanted to deal with, the moment he showed up?

Had the guy predicted the danger with powers of prophecy?

That was impossible. Considering the negative side effect of prophecy, if Roland had predicted his arrival, something very unlucky would’ve happened to him due to the counterforce.

He was a god anyway.

He was truly confused.

He was about to leave, when a human being suddenly appeared in front of him.

On a closer look, he was none other than Roland.

Then, Roland snapped his fingers, and countless transparent chains darted out of the void into the soil.

They were Dimensional Anchors.

The young Evil God snorted and waved his right hand, cutting all the transparent chains. “You really think you’re Mystra, and the Dimensional Anchors you make can lock down a god?” said the young Evil God mockingly. “How arrogant are you?” Ignoring his sarcasm, Roland said, “I’ve seen your eyes. When I built the floating city, it was you who said that you would ask the other gods to come down and deal with me.”

“You have an excellent memory.”

The Evil God smiled.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly emerged behind Roland and pierced Roland through.

The shadow gradually became real, and it was exactly the Evil God Abak. The Abak on the altar gradually turned transparent.

It was a classic Evil God behavior to ambush in the middle of a conversation.

“I didn’t expect that it would be so easy to kill you…” Abak, who retained the stabbing gesture, smiled gloatingly. Then, his smile froze as Roland was turned transparent.

“It’s just a mirror spell. I know that too.” Roland appeared on Abak’s right side. Then, more Rolands appeared and soon surrounded the guy. “Which of us do you think is real?”

When dozens of Rolands spoke at the same time, their voices echoed and sounded rather intimidating.

“None.” Abak looked around and smiled. “They’re all illusions. Where are you hiding, coward?”

“Really?”

All the Rolands raised their finger at him.

Then, Prismatic Spray appeared on the fingertip of every Roland.

“They’re just illusions…” Abak’s face changed greatly. “Wait, they’re all real…”

Roland was fake, but the Prismatic Spray was real.

It was the dual generation of magic… Those shadows could cast spells too. After all, they were made with magic in the first place. All Roland had to do was to set a timer in advance. Of course, it was easier said than done.

At least thirty gigantic Prismatic Sprays were launched at Abak with long tails of flames behind them like comets.

It was too fast and too sudden.

He wanted to dodge, but there was no time.

Then, it was as if countless fireworks were blossoming where Abak was standing.

The explosion caused by every Prismatic Spray was a storm of fire.

Along with the deafening explosions, it felt like a festival.