Tang Ruobing pondered silently.
In terms of control and precision, although she was stronger than many ordinary hero mages, compared to these top-tier mages, her advantage was no longer an advantage, merely a capability everyone possessed. Some top micro-operation mages were even stronger than her.
All she could rely on was a slightly higher amount of spiritual energy than the average spiritualist, and spiritual power strength honed by the Ancient Divine Realm power.
Besides the numbers, she had nothing.
"I concede."
From afar came Lante's voice.
He stood inside the turtle shell, "observing" the outside scene through perception power, his battle intent gradually extinguishing. Rather than exhaust time and energy fighting against such overwhelming combat power, wasting trump cards, it's better to conserve strength to face other enemies.
This was the most rational choice.
