"Already Dealt With by Me."

"Buzz!"

As the atmosphere trembled, phantom after phantom silently appeared within the terrifying magic power soaring into the sky.

Some were men, some women, some elderly, some young, but without exception, all wore robes and carried staffs. Like a Mage Corps, like a well-trained army, they lined up neatly behind the slender figure floating in midair.

Gord, who was fleeing, sensed the terrifying pressure behind him and instinctively turned around for a look.

That single glance nearly scared the soul out of him.

Every one of those phantoms radiated an aura comparable to his own. Even the weakest among them was on the same level.

What did that mean?

It meant that every one of those phantoms was a Legendary-tier expert.

And Legendary-tier mages at that.

"Prepare attack magic!"

A cold command rang out in the air. Just as Gord had done not long ago, the countless phantom Legendary-tier mages raised their staffs and began chanting spells.

Bursts of magic power erupted one after another, their momentum surpassing that of the Primal Demon's envoys by an unknown extent.

"Damn it!"

Gord felt his hair stand on end as cold sweat poured down his back.

With danger upon him, Gord knew he had no time to waste.

Without another thought, he transformed himself into a lump of metallic steel and burrowed underground.

"Fire!"

At the same time, the cold command rang out again.

The phantom Legendary-tier mages in the air immediately began releasing their chanted spells.

Like the spells collectively unleashed by the Primal Demon's envoys earlier, they were all advanced magic.

Yet the same advanced magic, wielded by a group of high-ranking demons and wielded by a group of Legendary-tier experts, differed as greatly as heaven and earth.

Magic capable of burning the land, freezing forests, and reducing this entire