Rumble~
The sword's blade resisted the burning of the sun, and Zhu Haomiao retreated while flying. Along the way, all the buildings melted like candles, leaving a highway tens of meters wide, filled with bright red magma.
On the outskirts of the battlefield, watching the two monstrous beings in their unpredictable battle, a group of native magicians stood with their mouths agape, their minds blank.
In ancient times, this would be magic at a city level!
Yet one of them cast it instantly without any chants or the use of any items, directly and silently!
The other even more exaggeratedly took it head-on, just like that!
This is city-level magic!
Gazing at the smoke-covered figure at the end of the magma road, and noticing the eight sinister giant serpents swaying behind him, the group of native magicians couldn't help but swallow hard.
"What on earth is that?"
