Chapter 418: Drawing Fire, the Terrifying Half-Mirror!

As the divine power orb hurtled toward them, everyone went deathly pale, despair flooding their chests. That kind of power. That kind of long-range strike. It left them without even a chance to go down in mutual destruction. In that instant, every last person stopped struggling. Before such overwhelming might, any movement would have been pointless. At the razor's edge between life and death, Stefan Zimmerman roared, "You bastards ever tasted what it feels like to get struck by ten thousand bolts...