And as for the Third Ring and below mages, they looked up at the sky in confusion, not knowing what was happening.
As for the mortals, they couldn't even feel the slight tremor of the continent, thinking everything was as usual.
...
At the center of the Wizard Plane, above the sky.
"Ahhhhh—stop, hurry up and stop ahhhh!"
Cody suddenly transformed into a giant of flame thirty miles tall, flames radiating from his entire body, clutching his head and letting out a miserable wail.
This time it was no act, he genuinely felt a soul-piercing pain beyond anything.
Compared to this, what Francis did to him before was like tickling.
If this pain continued, he couldn't guarantee whether he would go mad or commit suicide.
The other two Fourth Ring Faith Wizards were even more exaggerated, instantly fainting, their origin auras rapidly weakening, as if the origin containers were about to shatter and result in their deaths.
