Count Theodore's face showed no joy at the reinforcements attacking the enemy, but rather concern.
He quietly reminded Yan Xing, "I can still hold on here; you don't need to rush to rescue me so eagerly.
"If your Mages exhaust their Magic Power, I fear they won't be able to withstand the enemy's counterattack."
As Count Theodore spoke, another round of thunderous noise arose from the direction of the plaza.
A mass of black objects flew through the air before once again crashing into the rubble that had just been bombarded.
The previous dust had not yet settled when new clouds surged up.
Several more buildings collapsed.
"Magic?" After listening to Count Theodore, Yan Xing laughed. "Yes, this is Magic. But the way this Magic is released is not what you imagine.
"You also don't need to worry about Magic Power consumption; my weapon can flatten any place we believe holds enemies."
Before the conversation ended, another series of thunderous noises came from the plaza.
