"Did you see that? This is the proper way to build a mage. An improper mage like you, who relies entirely on Magic Power for damage, has no market in the Main God Space."
Russell pointed at the big screen and lectured Ying Yingying beside him. Her face had turned green, but one had to bow their head under another's roof.
Looking around, there were two Supergirls and one Russell. Even if she raised her arms and called for followers, not only would nobody answer, she would get beaten up three-on-one by a mixed-gender group. It could not have been more miserable.
Actually, having no followers was a good thing. Without fence-sitters, there would be no hope, and therefore no disappointment.
Suddenly, Ying Yingying realized that Russell's family of three was practically her destined nemesis. She played the roles of maid, punching bag, and shield on a daily basis.
Fortunately, times have changed. Otherwise, the master might have taken her as a replacement wife, only for the first or second madam to bury her while she was walking at night.
"My life is too hard!"
Thinking of her sorrows, Ying Yingying raised a hand to cover her face and could not help herself...
In a situation like this, even if she could not help herself, she had to hold it in.
On the screen, the Grey Robe mage used his staff as a weapon and leaped into a downward strike at Big Brother's forehead. Unexpectedly, his muscles exploded with power, and his agility was unbelievably high as well. He snatched the staff away and snapped it in two.
Without his staff, the Grey Robe mage swung his fists and brawled with Big Brother. First came the Three Forms of Killing Fist, followed by Buddha's Palm, beating Big Brother until he