Everything was falling.

Anna felt that so much happened in that brief instant, that brief instant seemed to stretch infinitely, that brief instant felt like it would never end. First, there was a flash of red, charging from behind her toward that rising smoke. Even with her elf's eyesight, she could only glimpse a red afterimage. She didn't know where it came from, didn't know what it was, didn't know its purpose, only saw a beam of red afterimage. Then time suspended.

The enormous siege hammer was still in mid-air, still in the midst of its descent. Wislin's body vanished into the smoke, along with the red shadow. Just as Anna wanted to fix her eyes on it, trying to capture Wislin's last figure. Because she knew, once they fell, no one could escape from the serpentine army, especially the much-despised Wislin. This glance was the last glance.

But, she was directly pinned to the ground by the blast behind her, feeling nothing but the rubble before her eyes, the roar in her ears, and the pain in her spine. She struggled to get up, but she was completely powerless.

If she could stand up and see what had happened below, she wouldn't be weeping at this moment.

Lynch stopped time, using all his might from the All-Knowing Tower several miles away, flying down in a swoop. In others' eyes, he was only an afterimage. Just a step too late, he couldn't intercept the arrow shot at Wislin, only embracing his friend's falling body.

The powerful magic origin mercilessly destroyed all the arrows within the knight's body, leaving no trace. Although it didn't have the miraculous power of divine arts, the advanced "Creation Law" was indeed mending Wislin's body, conjuring flesh out of nowhere to replace the missing parts.

Lynch shouted over his shoulder, "Soka, leave the rest to you!" Then he gently laid Wislin's body on the ground, letting him lie on the soft battlefield padded with countless snake-man corpses.

The mage tossed the powerful wand aside, his hands grasped with red lightning, its dazzling brilliance intensifying, a great pressure expanding outward from him as the center. The snake-men retreated one after another, none had the courage to point their weapons at this tall, thin human in a red robe. They watched those two bright lights in terror, through their fingers.

The lightning in Lynch's hands finally turned black, no longer emitting any light, but instead, like a black hole, continually absorbing surrounding power, seemingly drawing everything around into it. Lynch suddenly glared forward, and unexpectedly, the battlefield fell silent. The snake-men felt their hearts tightly gripped; they could neither exhale nor inhale a breath of air.

Lynch closed his eyes. He raised his head, facing the sky, hands held high. His lips moved, and for a moment, no one could hear his voice. But then, that voice seemed to echo directly within the snake-men's minds. They thought it was the mage's spell, belonging to the deepest secrets of magic; but immediately, they were terrified to find, that complex and unmatched phrase actually just expressed the same meaning.

"Die!"

The entire valley fell into a deathly silence. Even the sound of the siege hammer crashing to the ground couldn't be heard, only the mage's strange chant remained in their ears, that song containing power and anger.

Lightning like a storm roared down in front of the mage, along the hillside, sweeping across the ground, obliterating everything in its path. No snake-man felt pain, for their bodies were instantly incinerated to ash, turned into smoke, leaving only a charred shadow.

As if someone opened the valves to all the rivers in the world, an apocalyptic flood was exerting its destructive force.

"Die!"

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