If someone was born with magical talent, their future would be bright indeed. On the Ezerlan Continent, mages held an extremely high status and were respected by others.
In major battles, mages often sacrificed their lives to cast spells so astonishing that they left people in awe.
And this time, there was actually a mage among the group. Judging by the fireballs in the sky, he was a mage of an exceptionally high rank.
Everyone knew that in a one-on-one fight, a mage was not particularly formidable. But mages excelled at wide-area attacks. Sometimes, an absolutely powerful grand mage could truly force back an entire army.
Everyone on the other side panicked. Judging by the number of fireballs in the sky, each person could be hit by two or three of them. In other words, the people here were nowhere near enough to stand against him.
Uchiha Madara was quite satisfied as he watched their reactions.
If Uchiha Madara were to personally kill these people, that definitely would not do.
By stepping forward to stop this, Uchiha Madara had already altered the course of the future. If he injured these people as well, then not only might no one help him in the future, but perhaps the entire Ezerlan Continent would send people to hunt him down.
Uchiha Madara felt that he needed to give them sufficient intimidation—intimidation great enough to make them believe that he could kill them with ease.
Only then would these people be afraid. Uchiha Madara could tell that none of them were afraid of death.
If the battle were evenly matched, they certainly would not be afraid. But if the disparity in strength was too great, there was no need for them to throw away their lives.
"All right, this is what I have to