Every magic blast that came forward carried terrifying power and force.
Even some ordinary spells, under the blessing of the God of Knowledge, possessed the might to kill gods.
Books closed one after another, and at the same time, new ones opened.
Forming an endless cycle—as long as he didn't perish, the attacks within this cage seemed to never fail.
Magic shattered and disintegrated on its own as it reached the surroundings.
Fang Hao shifted his foot, transforming into a streaking shadow, rushing toward a nearby bookshelf, intending to destroy and break the formation directly.
However, with Fang Hao's movement, a dense mist enveloped the surroundings.
The eight shelves began shifting positions swiftly, following Fang Hao's movements.
They kept him boxed in at the same distance, never letting him escape.
Fang Hao tried several times to break through, but he couldn't get out.
He was startled by the abilities of the God of Knowledge.
