Sylas hurriedly wiped his face, not having time to care that this blood showed no signs of evaporating beneath the oppressive heat. In fact, he found that the empty space at the bottom of the volcano had grown larger.
Thanks to the cubes of Metarock, there was some reprieve from the constant oppression of the lava. But it was still in a relatively small region.
Now, however, it was even larger. There was a great pressure pushing out, and it only took Sylas a moment to realize that it…
'Telekinesis!'
Sylas' pupils trembled.
Just how strong did one's telekinesis have to be to push away this much lava? You didn't just have to carry the weight of the surrounding lava, but all of the lava above as well. To say it was millions upon millions of kilograms of weight didn't do it justice.
However, Sylas barely had time to dwell on this before he locked eyes on the current state of the Basilisk King.
