The intensity of the explosion far exceeded the estimates.
The first round of chain annihilation lasted a full thirty seconds.
When the air swept away by the shockwave returned, and the blasted antimatter made contact with new material again.
A second, larger explosion followed closely.
Then came the third round, the fourth round...
Each round of explosion tore apart the defenses that the refining array had barely constructed.
Each round of impact exhausted the spiritual power that countless wizards desperately input.
Deep in the camp, those wizards transmitting spiritual power looked as pale as paper.
The sky, no longer showed its original color.
Only the endless pure white light of destruction, and the defensive barrier being continuously torn apart and reformed, bitterly holding on.
Dionysus stood at the highest point of the command room, hands clenched tightly.
He was waiting.
In the distance, the Alliance Camp.
