Just as the claw condensed from pink fog was about to kill the Sage, the skies above them were suddenly torn open.
From the torn space, hundreds and thousands of figures could be seen, causing everyone's hair to stand on end, whether they were human mages or magic beasts.
These thousands of people radiated immense pressure. The weakest among them had the cultivation of peak Senior Mages, while the stronger ones were all at the Great Mage Rank.
To this date, the Savage Beast Realm has only had three Great Mages. Two were born naturally in the realm, and one of them only appeared due to mysterious circumstances.
However, this fleet of people actually had thousands of Great Mages, which was simply overkill. Just dozens of Great Mages alone were already more than enough to level the entire realm, leaving the natives with no ability to resist.
"Hmm, this realm is only a low-level third rank. It can barely produce three Great Mages. They are still meat."
