As his words echoed, the surrounding space seemed to ripple.
One, two, three...
Silhouettes emerged continuously, appearing from their hidden states in various ways.
Some walked out from twisted light, some rose from the shadows on the ground, some directly dispelled illusion techniques, while others cautiously approached from afar.
These people were the final survivors of this brutal melee, excluding Jeming and the two Fifth Level Wizards who had just exited.
They had been hiding around, witnessing this earth-shattering battle.
Jeming's gaze swept across the emerging ghost-like figures around him, numbering exactly thirteen.
Among them, there were six Fourth Level Wizards and seven Third Level Wizards.
They formed a loose encirclement, their positions seemingly casual, yet blocking most potential breakout angles.
Their energies subtly connected, evidently achieving some temporary alliance.
"Allied?" Jeming understood, unsurprised.
