The crowd of people fleeing in sheer panic brought considerable trouble to Kyle as he tried to forge ahead against the tide.
For this reason, he had no choice but to execute Transfiguration to elevate a portion of the ground, raising a towering stone pillar in the center of the campsite to separate himself from the chaotic throng below.
Standing atop the stone pillar, Kyle gazed at the group of dark wizards wringing havoc in the distance, a dangerous glint surfacing in his eyes.
Accompanied by a billow of white smoke, an extraordinarily massive Thunderbird burst through the fog and soared out.
After a brief dive, it swept over the heads of that crowd at extreme speed, rescuing the four members of the Roberts family who were currently being tortured by the Transfiguration Torture Curse.
Only then did the group of dark wizards, who were wildly wreaking destruction, notice the figure atop the stone pillar.
"Noticed me at last?" Kyle crossed his arms over his chest and let out a disdainful chuckle.
The surge of majestic magic belonging to an Obscurial erupted turbulently. Although magic remains invisible when uninfused with any elemental attributes, that aura charging straight toward the sky still felt like a heavy sledgehammer, pounding heavily upon everyone's heart.
Despite not intentionally aiming to strike, the rock beneath Kyle's feet cracked slightly under this heavy pressure.
A rather bizarre situation suddenly fell over the campsite.
Kyle's appearance seemed like an anchoring pillar of the sea. The immensely intimidating aura enveloping the sky over the entire campsite allowed the panicking, fleeing wizards to settle down.
Meanwhile, all the Death Eaters upfront who were in the middle of their rampage stopped their actions involuntarily, awed by the pressure of Kyle's aura. They stood there dazed, as if struck by a Body-Bind Curse.
Gazing from afar at the figure on the stone pillar, no one dared to make a rash move.
The surroundings suddenly turned silent; only the sound of tents burning fiercely echoed through the night sky.
However, this silence did not last long before it was shattered by a screeching voice reminiscent of a shrew cursing in the street.
"You useless fools, have you all gone mad?! Why have you stopped!"
The madwoman Bellatrix Lestrange berated the surrounding Death Eaters impatiently.
Lucius Malfoy, who was blended into the fleeing crowd, instantly recognized the owner of this voice.
If the person appearing here was that madwoman Bellatrix, then those people wreaking havoc...
In just a fraction of a second, his back was drenched in cold sweat.
Bellatrix didn't know the situation at the campsite, but Lucius was crystal clear about it.
Before taking action, these people hadn't even bothered to notify him or get a clear grasp of the campsite's situation. How dare they launch an attack on the camp when both big Demon Lords—Dumbledore and Grindelwald—were present on scene?!
Hearing that someone among the dark wizards below still dared to spout such arrogant nonsense, Kyle's eyes narrowed. He controlled his aura's pressure, concentrating it straight toward the location of the wizards ahead.
At the same time, the space beside him twisted and swirled, and the figure of Mads Mikkelsen emerged from the spatial vortex.
As the person closest to Kyle, Mads felt the surrounding air instantly solidify under the pressure of Kyle's aura the moment his feet touched the ground.
Even though Kyle wasn't targeting him, this sensation almost made him suffocate.
Only after casting a protective charm on himself did Mads feel slightly better.
In just a few short seconds, Mads realized his back was already drenched in cold sweat.
"What astounding aura," Mads marvelled in admiration. "Even Lord Grindelwald in his peak state could hardly exceed this, wouldn't you say?"
Kyle turned his head slightly; Mads' words piqued his interest a bit.
"Oh? Have you seen Grindelwald's peak state?"
"No," Mads shook his head, a trace of fanaticism in his eyes as he looked at Kyle. "So now, please let me witness it—the legendary power of Grindelwald."
Before Kyle could answer, a sudden spell interrupted their conversation.
Leaping high into the air to dodge Bellatrix's ambush, Kyle dropped straight down to the ground from a height of over ten meters.
Fixing his eyes—filled with icy, lethal intent—upon the group of dark wizards opposite him, Kyle parted his lips slightly. "Granted!"
Under the influence of the Thunderbird, dark clouds in the sky drifted over slowly, gradually obscuring the bright, spotless moonlight.
When the shadow cast by the dark clouds covered the enemy below, Kyle moved.
At first, Kyle merely walked forward step by step.
Every footstep he took sounded like a battle hammer, striking fiercely inside their hearts and placing immense psychological pressure on the Death Eaters.
Bellatrix was the first Death Eater to snap back from the fear.
"What are you all standing around for?!" she howled shrilly. "Kill him!"
The Killing Curse (Avada Kedavra) she released acted as the signal for war, instantly driving a large group of Death Eaters to join the fray one after another.
Facing the dense shower of various spells shooting toward him, Kyle's pace steadily picked up until he entered a full sprint.
Under the terrifying dynamic vision of the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, the landing points of the Death Eaters' spells were all accurately captured by Kyle.
Kyle possessed supreme confidence in himself.
He didn't cast any protective magic whatsoever, nor did he activate his Lightning Release Armor. Unprotected, he danced gracefully amid the overwhelming barrage of spells, dodging every single magical attack through seemingly impossible maneuvers.
A few seconds later, the charging Kyle had already breached their ranks, bursting right into the crowd.
Because his sleep had been disturbed, the fury inside Kyle's heart was still burning fiercely; thus, he chose to fight in the most violent manner possible.
Magic surged and gathered into his right arm. With a brutal grin hanging on the corner of his lips, Kyle slammed his fist toward the unlucky soul standing at the very front of the crowd.
A single punch thrown, striking like thunder.
Driven by the impact force, the opponent's body was sent flying backward, slamming solidly into another person behind him. Without losing momentum, it knocked away yet another person, followed by another...
With just a single punch thrown, seven or eight Death Eaters were killed or injured on the spot.
"Everyone cast the Killing Curse!" Bellatrix screamed hoarsely from within the crowd. "Hold nothing back!"
Watching Kyle commit a mass slaughter in the crowd, the surrounding Death Eaters gritted their teeth.
If they allowed Kyle to continue his rampage like this, their entire group of several hundred people would be completely slaughtered in under three minutes.
Therefore, when swapping their planned spells for the instantly fatal Killing Curse, they didn't hesitate for even half a second.
Kyle's eyes swiftly gathered information across the battlefield. Seeing dense, ghostly green spots of light igniting all around him, he slammed his feet onto the ground, using Body Flicker (Shunshin) to vanish instantly from where he had just stood.
Almost at the exact moment Kyle dodged away, dozens of Killing Curses came crashing down right onto the position where he was originally standing.
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