The enormous city raised its barrier once more.
This place became a stronghold for the mages of the Dark Moon Empire.
Following Chen Yi's great victory, mages with trust ratings reaching 70 finally appeared.
Same old saying: as long as you could fight, wasn't that loyalty? Here, have it!
Once there was a first, there would be a second.
Silver Flame gradually filled the barrier.
Who knew how many mages' first reaction was to touch the flames added to their own spells.
Experimentation, investigating principles, mastering power.
This was the path every true mage had to walk.
Injured?
That was merely a small price on the path to truth.
"Is this the power Marquis Luowen spoke of? The damage isn't high, but its quality is astonishingly high!"
"How much damage can it deal to high-level opponents?"
"Can someone let me try it?"
Chen Yi ignored the increasingly fanatical mages. Instead, he closed his eyes and "watched" the enemy retreat into the distance.
Only after confirming that no one had noticed anything unusual did he withdraw his gaze.
No one knew that deep beneath the Jiulan State battlefield, dozens of barriers overlapped, producing a concealment effect.
And within those barriers, two Fire Clones were hard at work.
The yin and yang matter left behind by the powerful figures who had died on the battlefield, returning to the world, surged madly into two special altars.
The Fire Clones stored one-tenth of it, then released the remaining yang matter back into the world.
They also retained one-tenth of the yin matter. The rest was converted into yang matter in a certain ratio before being released.
The final result was that the rate at which resources emerged in the Dark Moon Empire slowed, while the Ancient Sun Dynasty's resource generation accelerated.
The conversion ratio