The dust dispersed.
The huge island of the training area had been torn apart in this long battle.
With such serious damage, even if there was the self-repairing forbidden of the holy kings, it would probably not be able to recover in less than ten days and half a month, right?
Under the watchful eyes of the public, the scene in the smoke also showed everyone that the battle had come to an end.
The winner was Andrew who was still standing.
Bang.
As the last sliver of silver disappeared, Andrew knelt feebly.
Why did he feel so tired? His lungs seemed to be burning. No matter how hard he breathed, he felt that the air was not enough.
The lack of oxygen made Andrew's eyes turn black. Under the strong dizziness, it seemed that the whole world was spinning.
He tried to stand up on one knee.
But every muscle in his body was aching as if it was broken.
Only then did Andrew realize that the magic power had left him.
Side effects?
But why didn't he feel any burden when fighting?