The First to End the Battle

Lin Qingyan's opponent was a mysterious black-robed figure from Bear Country's team, a peak sixth-tier spellcaster whose strength far surpassed that of ordinary prodigies. When he fully unleashed his magic power, the phantom of a white-robed saint seemed to appear behind him. The faint pressure it radiated left the many spellcasting professionals watching utterly astonished and shaken.

"That seems to be a spellcasting Demigod from a century ago! The Dragon-Slaying Saint who once slaughtered a dragon."

"Did he inherit that person's legacy?"

"Bear Country's team actually had such an expert hidden among them!"

"His strength is probably second only to Chris's."

Without a word from either side, they began to fight.

The crowd made another shocking discovery.

Not only could the Black-Robed Mage cast skills instantly without chanting, he could also use combined magic through dual casting. Every piece of equipment he wore was a top-tier golden set, including an epic necklace that restored magic power. It was practically the finest spellcasting setup that a sixth-tier martial artist could equip and fully bring to bear.

It possessed power, casting speed, and recovery speed all at once.

To some guilds, this was simply the ultimate artillery platform capable of shouldering all firepower output!

As long as there were enough consumable potions, he alone could fill the entire damage quota.

[Withering Wind]

[Dark Prison Hunter's Claw]

[Forty-Six Pillars of Imprisonment]

As the Black-Robed Mage swung his staff, terrifying magic circles appeared out of thin air, layering atop one another.

Whoosh!

Boom!

Slash!

All manner of immensely powerful dark magic descended upon the battlefield, crashing in from every direction toward Lin Qingyan, who stood atop the hill. Their power was enough to destroy the entire mountain range.

"Cancel."

Lin Qingyan spoke, as though the laws of heaven