As the enormous magic circle formed in the sky above the square tower, followed by plasma orbs the size of small hills materializing one after another and blanketing the tower's airspace, the scene resembled the end of the world. A faint crackling sound echoed throughout the surrounding space, reverberating across the entire vicinity of the square tower.
The terrifying pressure was so oppressive that even the people beneath the square tower felt their scalps go numb, their breathing growing labored.
When they caught sight of the Soul of the Tyrant hovering in midair, every last one of them dropped their jaws open.
"Legendary!"
"That's a Legendary monster!"
"We're done for… How can there be such a powerful monster here?!"
Whether they were Zero Wing members or students from the White Tiger Martial Arts Academy, most of them rarely ventured into Dungeons in the Divine Realm, let alone faced mighty bosses. The strongest boss they had ever encountered was the Purgatory Giant Serpent — the most powerful monster they had dealt with prior to this.
The Purgatory Giant Serpent alone had already felt insurmountable to them, to say nothing of the Legendary monster before their eyes.
Looking at the Soul of the Tyrant, even though they knew it wasn't targeting them, every last one of them could feel the urge to turn and flee.
Shi Feng stared at the countless plasma orbs raining down from midair, his expression one of indescribable gravity.
He had known his clone wouldn't hold the Soul of the Tyrant for long, but he hadn't expected it to be so ruthless — opening with a fourth-tier spell, Thunder Plasma, right from the start.
Fourth-tier magic already possessed terrifying destructive power, and Thunder Plasma was one of the highest-ranked among fourth-tier spells in terms of raw potency. Its destructive force rivaled that of a fourth-tier forbidden spell. Even a fourth-tier monster of the same level would be critically wounded if struck by this attack, if not killed outright.
At this point, there was nothing Shi Feng could do, even if he wanted to.
During the chest-opening process, a player could not move. The moment he moved, he would have to start the opening process from scratch. And with Thunder Plasma already crashing down, there was simply no way to dodge within its hundred-yard radius.
Countless plasma orbs plummeted like rain, slamming into the Triple Flame Barrier.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With every impact, the Triple Flame Barrier shuddered violently, the emerald-green flames gradually weakening — like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be snuffed out at any moment.
Each explosion echoed across all of Lost Town. The powerful shockwaves were clearly felt even by those standing a hundred yards away from the square tower, forcing them to stagger back several steps.
The Thunder Plasma assault lasted a full six seconds. The once-impenetrable Triple Flame Barrier was now laced with clearly visible cracks, and the burning emerald-green flames had dimmed considerably.
Seeing that the Triple Flame Barrier still held, Shi Feng couldn't help but let out a breath of relief.
"Truly worthy of its reputation as a spell approaching the power of a fourth-tier forbidden spell. The sheer destructive force is staggering."
Shi Feng glanced at the Triple Flame Barrier and smiled bitterly to himself. It was originally capable of lasting thirty seconds, but after this Thunder Plasma assault, its remaining duration had been reduced to just twelve seconds. Before this, even the Wandering Souls' attacks hadn't so much as scratched the barrier. Now, a single assault had drained this much of its energy.
If just one more attack like that landed, the Triple Flame Barrier would be finished. Fortunately, spells of Thunder Plasma's caliber had extremely long cooldowns — even a Legendary monster wouldn't be able to use it again anytime soon.
But no sooner had that thought crossed his mind than the Soul of the Tyrant began inscribing Divine Runes once more, chanting its incantation.
Compared to the previous Thunder Plasma, this time the casting took even longer — a full six seconds. After the Soul of the Tyrant finished its chant, a new magic circle gradually materialized above the square tower.
Although its coverage was smaller than that of Thunder Plasma, this was unmistakably a dual-layered magic circle. One was silver-white, the other pitch-black, and they shone in brilliant counterpoint above the square tower. It felt as though the mana of all of Lost Town had been drained in an instant by the twin circles, causing everyone's perception and vision to grow hazy and indistinct.