"Then hurry up!"
Liu Shi urged the old mage, Chen Tianshan, quickly.
"Mm."
Chen Tianshan nodded, holding the peach wood sword, and began to cast a spell.
It must be said, Chen Tianshan has very high mana, and is a true mage.
Someone like Master Ling is at most half-baked, not even qualified to hold a candle to Chen Tianshan.
"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, Maoshan ancestors heed my command!"
As Chen Tianshan cast the spell, the sky above the cliff quickly filled with dark clouds.
Thunder!
Suddenly, thunder roared, and lightning crackled down.
All the lightning struck Chen Tianshan's side.
The entire Divine Spirit Platform was in an uproar, with offerings and items all floating in the air.
"This mage is capable!"
Guo Jing couldn't help but express her admiration.
It was her first time witnessing such a real spellcasting scene, and she couldn't help but be shocked by the profound Chinese culture.
