It is often easier to destroy than to build, especially when some existence that can be called a "disaster" sweeps in, and people may be ignorant of the fragile brick and stone houses, relatives and friends, and even the "superheroes" they worship, and the environment in which they think they can sleep peacefully is never "safe".

At this moment, the White Stone City was already crumbling in the face of the first wave of the "Catastrophe of the World", and the law energy leaking out of the broken magic lock swept through every inch of space in the "cage" at an unimaginable speed.

Due to the rupture of the basic law of force, I saw that the continental shelf, which was still stable in the last second, set off a terrifying earthquake of at least twenty magnitude in the next moment, and the entire White Rock City fell to the ground without warning, and the distorted law energy seemed to have turned into a huge broom and swept the entire inside of the lock, so with a deafening roar, there was a supernatural disaster that happened all over the city at almost the same time.

A fire ignited out of thin air in the body of a living person, and large rocks were turned into ice blocks out of thin air and exploded out of thin air, and the light began to twist and reflect arbitrarily like a flying snake, and even the atomic structure of matter began to collapse violently without restraint.

Even if this is just a little law distortion that is insignificant to any legendary professional, it is still a terrifying disaster at the legendary level, and in the face of such a disaster, even a master-level professional is no different from a trembling baby hiding in a package, because it is impossible to resist a legendary-level disaster without the means of the legendary level, and the fact that the White Rock City did not fall apart directly in the first wave of law overflow was entirely because of the support of those rune pillars made by a legendary mage himself.

Otherwise, the aftermath alone would have been enough to turn a city like a fine work of art into powder.

However, even if the overall structure is barely maintained, the deterioration of White Rock City will probably not be alleviated much.

It's just that after a wave was swept away, more than ninety-nine percent of the population of the entire city died in an instant, and only a very small number of lucky people survived because they were not directly touched by the law, and they were not affected by the disaster caused by the distortion of the law, most of these survivors were still stunned at this time and didn't know what was happening, after all, the fluctuation of the law was too fast, and the ultra-high-speed movement at twice the speed of light was not something that the thinking of the "ants" could react to.

Of course, the scene they saw must have been more terrifying than the world seen by those who died.

Maybe these people were still working hard to support their families a second ago, maybe couples were still holding hands and talking about love, maybe the children were happily having lunch with their parents, but in the blink of an eye, the peaceful world in front of them collapsed.

The rubble smashed the cozy house, the explosion tore the lover's body apart, the blood mixed with the mud on the ground into filthy lumps, and the dust mixed with the blood spread like billowing smoke............

Such a scene is a terrible hell, and the sudden disaster catches everyone but the three perpetrators off guard.

And the most terrible and saddest thing is not only that, because ...... Those who survived will have plenty of time to make sense of all the tragedy that is happening in front of them, because in the second wave, the third wave...... Before the wave of law struck, a shield made almost entirely of magic enveloped the entire White Rock City with a tragic atmosphere that bordered on despair.

Obviously, at the last moment, Aztlan struck quickly.

In order to be able to make up for the death before the second wave of "wave" that followed the first wave of law fluctuations swept through White Rock City, the white-robed mage who was red-eyed directly used magic power to arrange such a rough protective shield, and this ridiculous way of consuming magic power wasted a full third of Aztlan's magic power in one go, but even so, he still couldn't save the beautiful "White Stone City".

At this time, the city is shrouded in a magical shield...... It's nothing more than a ruin that is about to explode into despair............

"The desolate elegy echoes in the desert,

The dead wind and sand tore the dull eye sockets,

A haze that shaded the sun blew out the bonfire.

The clouds that cover the night hide the stars......

The fire that fell from heaven ignited the pain of the soul,

The thorns that grow in the marrow pierce the despair of the heart,

The flames of anger dance with sorrow,

Shattered dreams have finally pushed sanity into madness............"

This is an excerpt from an epic poem about a fallen king, and it depicts the grief of a king who sees his people die one after another in the midst of a plague.

At this moment, it is fitting to describe Aztlan's mood in this poem, for his situation at this moment is not much different from that of the king who had lost all his subjects.

Punk guessed correctly, Aztlan had long ago regarded the "toys" he "created" as his family, and even more so as his "home" in this "paradise" constructed of cages.

For a legendary powerhouse of the hermit faction of the kind camp who craves emotional comfort, the meaning of "home" and "family" is definitely not measured by strength or wealth, because from the moment they choose to give up their ambition and put themselves "outside the world", good feelings are the only thing that can fill the void in their hearts.

For example, Aztlan who lives in the city of white rocks............ Whether he is self-deceiving or degrading, no matter what, those created "family members" have become an indispensable "home" and life in the heart of the white-robed mage, as a legendary professional who hides, gives up the pursuit of progress, and never even plans to leave his own small world, Aztlan does not crave powerful legendary spells, does not crave powerful magic equipment, and the only thing he craves is the sincere emotions that are enough to fill his "heart hole" for a long time.

But now............ The poor "Pale Ghost" lost the "family" that had so hard filled the empty hole in just one second, and even lost the "perfect home" that he could not find in his mind......

At this moment, every muscle, every vessel, and even every cell in his body was trembling, and Aztlan could no longer even speak, and the storm formed by the magic frantically stirred the sleeves of the white-robed mage, and the entire sky became turbulent because of his grief and indignation.

Aztlan has a good temper, and it is not too much to describe him as a "good old man", but even as a "good old man", he has his own bottom line in his heart and has "cherished things" to stick to.

But the sad thing is that the punk and others who broke into the seclusion of the white-robed mage for no reason have unscrupulously torn all his treasured things to pieces...... How could such heart-wrenching pain continue to be tolerated by the Aztrans?

So at this moment, the mage, who had experienced "grief" and "rage" for the first time in his life, finally clenched the gray staff in his hand without hesitation, and then suddenly flew into the air with a distorted expression of pain.

And so it ends, a great battle between legendary powerhouses...... It's going to start after all!