All the wizards still alive were frozen in place, their faces written with extreme fear and despair.
Attack, ineffective.
Melee, instant kill.
Even the most insidious curses were "absorbed" by the opponent in some bizarre way, instantly counter-killing the caster...
How can this fight be won?!
This isn't a battle at all!
This is... slaughter!
A one-sided, utterly inevitable, total slaughter!
"Monster… monster…"
"Run… run quickly…"
"Scatter and run, spread out the information about this guy!"
Finally, a wizard broke down.
He turned around, frantically invoking all life-saving witchcraft in an attempt to escape this hell.
But…
Buzz.
The dark golden glow shone again.
This time, Jeming no longer used a fan-shaped barrage.
Instead, he executed precise "spot kills" against each scattered flying target.
Pop, pop, pop, pop…
Soft sounds, like the footsteps of death, echoed across the wilderness.
