The world around Shang transformed into splintered reality. Of course, a High Mage didn't have the power to achieve something like that, but the shower of clean cuts in the atmosphere made it look like it.
Shang narrowed his right eye, and he focused his Pseudo-Spirit Sense on the area around him.
As Shang continued running, everything seemed to be cut apart, but he never got touched by the cuts.
It was like he was not part of the reality that was cut apart.
When the High Mage saw that, they narrowed their eyes.
They knew what that meant.
By now, Shang had nearly reached the first Mage Tower. His muscles bulged as he readied himself for his attack.
The Mages had thought that the High Mage would take care of Shang, which was why they hadn't readied another Spell.
Sadly, they had been mistaken.
Shang reached the Mana Shield of the first Mage Tower and struck.
WHOOM!
