"Hum!"
When the atmosphere trembled, among the terrifying surge of magic power shooting into the sky, a series of phantasms quietly appeared.
Some were men, some women, some old, and some young, yet without exception, all wore magic robes, held magic wands, and lined up as neatly as a disciplined army of mages, taking their places behind the slender figure floating in mid-air.
Fleeing, Gold turned involuntarily to glance back at the terrible might coming from behind.
But that one glance terrified Gold to the core.
For the aura emanating from each phantasm was on par with his, at the very least of the same tier.
What did this signify?
It signified that those phantoms were all legendary figures.
Furthermore, they were legendary mages.
"Prepare the attack magic!"
The cold command appeared in mid-air, as recently with Gold, prompting the legendary mages' phantasms to raise their wands, chanting spells of magic.
