Psionics [Second Update]

"How could this happen?"

Looking at the mangled corpses all around him, the leader of the sorcerers, a goateed man, thought in despair.

Just dozens of seconds ago, these corpses had all been his companions. Yet a few dozen seconds later, they had been turned into heaps of minced flesh and charred remains beneath blades like meat grinders, fists like heavy artillery, and devastating blasts of energy.

"Why did this happen?"

The shields they had raised together could withstand even the most powerful sorcery attacks for a few seconds. Their detection spells could expose any hidden assassin. If only they had been given one more second, their prepared grand sorcery could have wiped out every enemy on the battlefield.

"Why had everything turned out like this?"

How had they lost?

Sorcerers were clearly beings at the pinnacle of the surface world. Those crude martial artists and armies of ordinary mortals should never have been their match.

Yet today, against Qin, they had suffered grievous losses.

First, the advancing main Qin army had relentlessly attacked them at all costs with all manner of terrifying weapons, forcibly shattering their defenses and killing the unprepared sorcerers on the spot.

Then, those sorcerers who had sensed trouble and narrowly escaped disaster suffered another complete defeat—not against Qin's great army, but against these women who were not sorcerers yet wielded strange powers. They were even fewer in number, but before them, the sorcerers had been utterly unable to fight back.

Their defeat had taken only a second or two.

Megrez's psychic field instantly threw their minds into disorder, while Dubhe's magical artillery fire descending from the sky seized the chance to shatter their sorcery shields, which had temporarily lacked the strength to sustain themselves. The illusions Alkaid had set up at some unknown point caused