The atmosphere inside Aurelius's Mage Tower was a little delicate.
The many legendary professionals and their attendants all dared neither move nor speak.
They still could not be completely certain whether what they had seen was real.
Because the entire process had looked far too simple.
A young mage, quite skilled for his age, had used an utterly ordinary spell to inflict fatal damage on a Devil. There had been nothing special about it. When they had been young, they had been about as capable, if not stronger.
Then a Progenitor Blood Clan had used an exceptionally advanced illusion spell. That truly was impressive, but to people of their caliber, it was not that outrageous. The strangest part of the whole process was why a Progenitor Blood Clan was together with humans—and taking orders from one at that.
Some of those present lived in more remote places and were not so well informed, such as the Orc shaman. They still did not know that the Blood Clan no longer needed to drink blood.
In her eyes, that combination was bizarre.
But that was not even the most absurd part. The truly unbelievable part had to be that young man named Jia Xiu.
He had used only the most basic healing spell. Everyone here who knew magic could swear that it had been a healing spell—a Basic Healing Spell, used in the most standard manner. Every step had followed instructional standards, so much so that he seemed less like a student of Saint Dero and more like a novice apprentice in a Mage Tower who had just learned the spell.
Then, after that round of healing, came the utterly incomprehensible part.
That Lust Demon, Gaba, had died—dead beyond dead.
Its head drooped from the rack, and it looked no different from