"Augus! Are you all right?" The other ascetics had also seen what happened. When they saw the missile hit Augus in the face, their faces went white with fright.
Augus had pulled out all the stops, fully displaying his mastery of Magic Shield. In an instant, he had conjured more than a dozen layers of Magic Armor. He was truly a master.
And yet, he had still been hit by that missile. The other ascetics could feel the despair in it, too.
Unexpectedly, Augus just stared blankly and said, "Huh? I... I'm fine."
"This is... an ordinary Magic Missile."
It was an attack equivalent to a strong man throwing a punch with all his might—the standard power of a Magic Missile.
This was the lowest-level ordinary attack used by witches. It was basically meant for dealing with ordinary people or disrupting spellcasting between witches.
Augus had never expected that the Great Demon King's Magic Missile, which had pierced through more than a dozen of his defenses, really was just a Magic Missile... and its power really was only this much.
"What does this mean... After going through all that trouble, you only wanted to hit me with an ordinary attack?" Augus was dumbfounded.
How could he know that Mo Qiong had not gone through any trouble at all? He had truly only fired an ordinary Magic Missile.
Although most of its energy had been canceled out while piercing through the defenses, and its entire structure had even completely collapsed, as one of Mo Qiong's arrows, it was impossible to dispel. If it had not hit its target, it would never have dispersed in this lifetime. Even if its energy level had dropped so low that it was invisible, the force itself would still be transmitted, and the energy would still