The Necromancer's Fourth Catastrophe

Chapter 501 416: War of the Setting Sun (Part 3)_2

After the words fell, Philikelz suddenly took a step forward.The next moment, a distortion suddenly appeared in the space before him, and then he vanished from the original spot.

On the other side, Noel, upon witnessing this scene, felt a sense of alert rise in his heart. He swiftly waved his hand, and immediately, twelve white light curtains appeared around him. These twelve light curtains fused together in an instant, forming a white shield that protected Noel without any blind spots.

This was Noel's most formidable Defense Magic.

Almost the moment Noel finished casting his spell, Philikelz's figure abruptly appeared above Noel.

The next moment, he directed a void slap towards Noel's body below.

The space around Noel began to collapse.

The Light Shield that gave Noel an immense sense of security started trembling violently, as if it could shatter at any moment.

Witnessing this, Noel felt disbelief rise within him, mixed with a trace of fear.

Without any hesitation, he immediately flew towards a distant location, attempting to escape.

However, as soon as he moved, the space around him seemed to collapse entirely, a powerful pressure pinned him in place, rendering him immobile.

Then, the golden Light Shield around him trembled even more violently.

Seeing this, Noel's face changed drastically, and he swiftly waved his hand again. Numerous light beams gathered around him, forming a new shield within the outer golden Light Shield.

Almost the instant the second shield was formed, the outermost shield shattered instantly.

Noel dared not hesitate and promptly began casting his magic once more, setting up a third shield.

However, to his surprise, the collapse of the surrounding space intensified. The second shield lasted only 1/10th as long as the first before shattering.

With the shattering of the second shield, his third shield almost immediately followed in breaking.

Next, the fourth shield he had just cast broke apart.

Then, his body was crushed along with the collapsing space.

Soon, the space collapsed entirely, and Noel's body was nowhere to be found.

At this moment, Philikelz returned to Luo Na's side.

Luo Na was completely astonished by Philikelz's display of magic.

His voice trembled as he slowly spoke: "Philikelz, your mastery of Space Magic has reached such a terrifying level?"

Upon hearing Luo Na's words, Philikelz raised his head, glanced at the rapidly recovering space, and spoke slowly: "Over the years, it's merely been sporadic insights. Even now, I haven't taken that step, always feeling just a step away, but I can't quite grasp it nor know when I will truly take it and reach that higher level."

"This time, my emergence from the Gana Race is partly due to Gana's current precarious situation, and partly because I hope to gain insight from this war, to see if I can take that step."

Luo Na's inner shock intensified upon hearing Philikelz's words.

As the eldest son of the Gana King, he naturally knew many secrets.

The step Philikelz referred to was becoming a Demigod.

Of course, he only knew of it; he had no idea how to take that step and become a Demigod—the specifics were entirely unknown to him.

However, he did know another secret, which was that someone in the Gana Race was an ancient entity, seemingly a Demigod.

As for why this entity always stayed hidden within the Gana Race, never taking action nor appearing, Luo Na couldn't understand or comprehend.

His conjecture was perhaps that there were also Demigods on the East and West Continents, preventing their Gana Race's entity from taking significant actions.

By now, the collapsed space had fully restored.

However, the previous shock still left those around stunned, unable to recover.

No matter their reactions, Philikelz had already shifted his gaze towards Salman, who was entangled with the King Jana.

His gaze lingered on Salman for a while, then Philikelz spoke with some regret: "This young man is indeed a fine candidate for learning Space Magic; I wish he were part of the Gana Race. Then he could fully inherit everything from me."

"But unfortunately, he belongs to a super top-level power, so today I'll let him witness what true Space Magic looks like."

Once his words fell, Philikelz vanished again, reappearing beside Salman, several hundred meters away.

Philikelz waved his hand gently, causing a wave of distortion in the space. Salman, originally ready to enter space again and distance from the King Jana, was instantly frozen, unable to traverse space once more.

This sudden development made Salman's expression change drastically, while the King Jana had already arrived in front of him. King Jana extended his hands lightly, easily crushing the Magic Shield around Salman.

The broad palm instantly gripped Salman's neck, but he didn't kill Salman right away.

The reason was simple: Salman had disgusted him immensely, and now, with the chance to hold him, he certainly wouldn't let him die easily. He wanted Salman to know the price of disgusting him.

At this moment, as he clutched Salman's neck, his gaze turned to Philikelz, a rough smile appeared: "Philikelz, when I invited you to join me in attacking the Merfolk Race and Fishman Race, you were rather dismissive. I didn't expect you to help me now; it's a real surprise."

Upon hearing King Jana's words, Philikelz smiled indifferently: "Earlier, I felt you didn't need me, so I didn't agree to your request. However, I've been monitoring the situation in this region."

"Thus, when I saw the situation disadvantageous for the Gana Race, I came out to assist you."

Upon hearing Philikelz's words, King Jana grinned, grabbing Salman's left arm with force, tearing it off.

Salman let out a heart-wrenching scream, while a cruel smile appeared on King Jana's face, his gaze viciously fixed on Salman: "You disgusting brat, you made me sick earlier. Now, you're about to learn what cruelty truly means; I can't get past this hurdle in my heart."

Upon hearing King Jana's words, Salman bit his lip slightly, then fiercely spat out bloodied saliva.

Salman's daring and unexpected move caught King Jana unprepared, resulting in the saliva sticking to his face.

This enraged King Jana, who squeezed with excessive force, instantly killing Salman.

Watching the lifeless body of Salman, King Jana's anger intensified.

He then exerted force, ripping Salman's body in half before turning his gaze elsewhere on the battlefield, clearly ready to unleash hell.