"Who the hell are you?"
Among the thirteen, a Wizard wearing a monocle and holding a Metal book in his hands spoke in a low voice.
On his monocle, streams of data were flashing past at high speed.
This was a High-level detection Witchcraft, capable of analyzing a target's Energy composition, Law inclination, and even Soul Strength.
But right now, the more he analyzed, the uglier his expression became.
Because the analysis result… was all garbled code.
Which meant "unable to parse."
The Soul Strength was clearly only at the Peak of Fifth Level, yet the external Energy Protection was so complex it was like a maze; his detection Witchcraft couldn't even penetrate the outermost layer.
What was even more terrifying was…
"Be careful."
The monocled Wizard took a deep breath and said to his companions, his voice dry:
"That guy… the 'Energy Level' of that attack just now already reached the standard of Sixth Level Sorcery."
