Time seemed to stop.
The thin and frail silhouette of Shang stood in front of the foreign Mage as three spirals of spinning metal were shooting at him.
This was the moment that would decide the outcome of this battle.
The white crescent.
The white world.
The black world.
All of this was to make the two of them use up all of their Spells.
Two Late Archmages could conjure Spells at a terrifying rate, and Shang's only option to get past that was to use up all of his resources in a single barrage of attacks.
As long as Shang could get past the last three Spells, nothing would be between him and his enemy.
Yet, the three swirls of metal were about to hit him.
If he retreated now, Ice Princess would be able to ready the next barrage of Spells.
Shang swung his Long Sword with both of his hands.
CRKSH!
The first spiral of metal hit him.
