"Good boy!"
As Ian left, he failed to notice that high above, several thousand meters in the air, a gigantic owl was circling overhead.
Mickey's enormous eyes stared down at the ground.
He had witnessed everything Ian did when he attacked Hal.
"Spirit Wind Rune, instant-cast Chain Wind Blades, and a Spirit Pattern Resonance Art with proficiency so terrifying it defied belief!"
With his sharp eye, Mickey recognized the methods Ian had used.
Yet that was precisely why he was so shaken.
Any one of those methods, appearing on any wizard alone, would be enough to call them exceptionally talented.
Yet all of them had gathered in Ian.
"The power is probably no less than that of an ordinary wizard who has condensed three runes."
Mickey pressed his lips together.
Let alone Hal, even another ordinary wizard who had condensed three Advanced Runes would likely have found it difficult to endure such a sudden attack.
That was the terrifying thing about wizards capable of instant-casting Wizardry. So long as they prepared in advance, they would almost never give other wizards time to react.
Of course, he had not come all this way just to watch the spectacle.
"Although he cleaned things up thoroughly enough, if those wizards truly want to search for traces, it isn't as though they have no way."
Mickey narrowed his eyes slightly.
In that case, he would destroy everything completely.
Intense wind elements gathered around him, forming a hundred-meter wall of wind that came crashing down toward the ground.
Like a hurricane sweeping through.
Everything within dozens of meters was torn up by the roots. The ground was shaved several meters lower out of thin air, while everything else was annihilated in the wind.
And that was not all.
The gale swept across dozens of meters