The battle flared into white heat in an instant.
Theoretically, with his modified Magic boosting offense, defense, and movement, Jeming had already reached the standard of a Sixth Level Wizard.
But after actually fighting, he realized that with his current level, facing a Sixth Level Wizard was still far too strenuous!
Jeming's figure was lightning-fast, Void Step pushed to the limit, dragging out countless indistinguishable afterimages in the sky.
The metallic wings on his back were like a slaughtering swarm with its own will; the muzzles stayed locked on the silhouette within the gray‑white mist, spitting out a continuous torrent of destruction.
Stream after stream of dark‑gold scorching light lanced out from the tips of the Floating Cannons, crisscrossing in the air.
