A Wizard Squad in Perfect Harmony

However, these flames were unable to harm the Flesh Puppets.

Just as when they had faced Leo's true body earlier, even though they were blazing fiercely, the flames could not damage their bodies.

Watching the Flesh Puppets ignore the burning flames and walk toward him as Leo had just done, Banville felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. He stammered, "D-Don't come any closer."

Then, the Flesh Puppets surrounded Banville and began beating him up.

One punch from you, one punch from me.

"Stop hitting me."

"Damn it, Leo."

"Fight me with spells, you despicable barbarian."

"Stop it already."

"Leo, don't take this too far."

Leo's head swayed slightly, and his assessment of Banville became somewhat complicated.

Banville was like a beginner account in a game that had bought some overpowered artifact with real money.

Although his spell power was high, Banville was a complete mess in every other aspect.

Willpower, spell combinations, spell usage, combat rhythm... Banville was terrible in all these areas.

In a situation like this, where ninety-nine Flesh Puppets were surrounding and beating someone up while that person had no way to respond, Leo could at least not imagine it happening to Sephir, whom he had fought earlier.

In his panic, Banville also lost control over his spellcasting.

Amid a sensation of spatial dislocation, Leo discovered that his head had returned to his body.

After recovering, Leo also made the Flesh Puppets stop their group beating.

After being pummeled by the Flesh Puppets, Banville was black and blue, his entire face swollen like a pig's head.

The Flesh Puppets split into two rows, and Leo walked between them.

Leo came before Banville, his amber eyes focusing on him.

When Banville raised his head and saw Leo, his body began trembling.

"Leo... what... what do you want?"