Though Zhao Nan felt that way, his movements were not slow in the slightest.
He cast the auxiliary wind spells Haste and Levitation.
However, he cast Haste on everyone and Levitation on himself.
Although Zhao Nan now had the strength of a seventh-level warrior, he had no intention of showing it off. Besides, with so many people in the caravan, why should a mage like him rush into a fight?
Wouldn't it be nice to float in midair and cast spells?
What's more, he had already cast an auxiliary spell on the warriors, which was more than enough to help them deal with the pack of Wind Wolves.
Sure enough, with Zhao Nan's auxiliary magic enhancing them, Roslet's movements became even faster.
A sixth-level warrior boosted by the wind spell Haste could move so quickly that he even created sonic booms.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"...
Floating in midair, Zhao Nan watched Roslet charge into the pack like a tiger among wolves. Then he began reciting a spell, and a first-level Wind Blade shot out.
Wolves had iron heads, iron tails, and soft bellies.
So Zhao Nan aimed each Wind Blade straight at a Wind Wolf's waist.
Now a ninth-level mage, Zhao Nan was highly adept at controlling a first-level spell like this. Each Wind Blade he sent flying carried a trace of his mental energy, as if it had eyes of its own. One after another, they struck the Wind Wolves in the waist.
Perhaps the first-level spell wasn't powerful enough, or perhaps Zhao Nan hadn't put much magic power into it. Though his Wind Blades hit the wolves' waists, they only left marks on their skin and couldn't pierce their defenses.
"These Wind Wolves have some tough hides!"
After muttering this, Zhao Nan was about to switch to another spell.
But just as he was about to use a higher-level spell, he suddenly noticed that one Wind Blade had cut a Wind Wolf clean in half.
Sensing this through his mental energy, Zhao Nan couldn't help but freeze. Then he began to wonder what had happened.
Unable to figure it out right away, Zhao Nan stopped dwelling on it. He also decided not to switch to another, more powerful spell and kept using Wind Blade.
As a ninth-level mage, Zhao Nan could actually cast first-level spells instantly, without any incantation.
But he knew these spells had been written as incantations by the Chief Gods, who had simplified the profound mysteries of the laws. And he also wanted to maintain his image as a fifth-level mage. So every time he cast a spell, he recited the incantation.
As Wind Blades continued to take shape in midair, Zhao Nan guided them with his mental energy and sent them flying toward the pack of Wind Wolves.
He kept sensing for anything unusual about the Wind Blades.
Unfortunately, this time none of them pierced the Wind Wolves' defenses.
Left with no other choice, Zhao Nan recited the incantation again and released another Wind Blade.
This time, Zhao Nan suddenly noticed that one Wind Blade was different from the others.
It wavered slightly, moved faster than the others, and had a deeper, richer color.
Noticing this, Zhao Nan focused all his attention on that Wind Blade.
And it didn't disappoint him. The moment it touched a Wind Wolf's waist, it sliced through the wolf's defenses as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.
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