"Wizard!"
The young disciple's face changed dramatically. He hastily stepped forward, trying to reach out to support the Wizard, but was stopped by Mo Yi.
Mo Yi looked at the Wizard suspiciously, a strong shock flickering in his eyes.
He didn't know what had happened, but in his memory, the Wizard had never been so disheveled.
To be precise, this was no longer just dishevelment; it was a sense of defeat.
The Loulan Wizard was revered as a god in the Western Regions, an existence transcendent like the Wushan Goddess.
Not only because of his remarkable abilities but also because he had never been defeated.
"Wizard, what exactly happened? What happened to your array?"
Mo Yi still couldn't believe that the Wizard had been defeated.
He would rather believe that the array had exhausted too much mental energy, causing the Wizard to overextend his heart power and vitality.
The Loulan Wizard couldn't answer him.
