The most crucial thing was that the Ancient One seemed to have only just begun circulating her magical energy, without exerting any real effort.
Yet she could already achieve this.
It was not just the ordinary mages.
Even Mordo, Kamar-Taj's senior disciple, felt suppressed.
This was the absolute suppression that came from overwhelming strength.
But magic of this kind did not have any suppressive effect on Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang knew perfectly well that the Ancient One was teaching him magic—or rather, teaching all the mages.
"Feel the magical energy within you, or draw energy from other-dimensional space. Feel the power of nature, combine the two, then cast the Winds of Watoomb. There is no incantation. It all depends on what you can sense yourselves."
As that undercurrent of magical energy surged, the Ancient One suddenly spoke.
She was explaining how to cast the Winds of Watoomb.
To all the mages.
This Dark Magic had no incantation to begin with. Whether they could grasp it depended entirely on their insight, talent, and ability to draw energy from other-dimensional space.
Having finished speaking, the Ancient One thrust both hands forward.
Whoosh—
A hurricane instantly gathered before the Ancient One, then, with another push from her—
It dispersed.
For a moment, every mage was shaken.
Powerful magical energy buffeted them all, striking straight at their souls.
Silence—
Dead silence—
Faced with this sudden burst of power, every mage was left utterly stunned.
They knew the Sorcerer Supreme was powerful, but none of them had expected her to be this powerful.
The Ancient One had clearly made no more than a casual gesture, yet she had shaken all of Kamar-Taj.
At that moment, every mage had only one word in mind: terrifying.
"All right. That is the magic I am teaching you today: