If most mages in this world clearly knew exactly how powerful the fireballs they cast were, Zhang Yang was definitely an exception.
Aside from the fact that he never admitted he was a mage, there was also the fact that he genuinely had no idea how powerful his fireballs were.
Others first communicated with the fire element and fire-aligned mana, making preliminary preparations. Only then would they enter the second stage: constructing the Second Closed-Loop Circle. Thus, during this process, the power of the Fireball Spell was essentially already determined.
But Zhang Yang was a wild fox who had taken an unorthodox path. He began directly from the second stage. So although he could not communicate with the fire element and had no mana, he could directly draw fire from a burning pile!
Changing one stage completely changed the nature of the spell.
He had turned the Fireball Spell, which originally required four stages, into one requiring only two, saving power. This gave him enough control to command the Curved Force Field formed by the Second Closed-Loop Circle, then compress it, and finally release it.
As for how much flame he absorbed during the process, how many times the flames were compressed, and how powerful it ultimately was, what the hell did any of that have to do with him?
The result was that when this water-tank-sized fireball flew over three hundred meters and descended above the orc formation—yes, it did not hit the ground; Zhang Yang had controlled it to explode in midair at low altitude—
Disaster erupted.
It was as if a sun had risen into the sky. The blinding firelight dazzled every pair of eyes, and the earth-shaking explosion sent the ground trembling.
The shock wave from the explosion even formed a level-twelve gale, sweeping across an