"Everyone, please watch."
Xu Yi turned his hand over, and a small fireball appeared in his palm.
The seven Archmages looked at the little fireball in his hand, utterly puzzled.
"President Xu, is there something special about this Fireball Spell?" an Archmage from the Candel Empire asked.
"No, there's nothing special about it. It's just an ordinary Fireball Spell." Xu Yi shook his head. "Now, would each of you seven please conjure a fireball as well?"
The seven Archmages exchanged glances, but each raised a hand and conjured a fireball.
For the eight Archmages, including Xu Yi, a spell as basic as the Fireball Spell posed no difficulty at all. Every one of them could be said to have mastered it to perfection.
Yet when the eight fireballs were placed together, their differences were still quite obvious.
For instance, the fireballs held by the four Archmages from the Malo Empire were roughly the size of an ordinary person's head, while those held by the three Archmages from the Candel Empire were noticeably smaller, barely larger than an ordinary person's fist.
The fireball Xu Yi had conjured fell somewhere in between, neither as large as a head nor as small as a fist.
Aside from their size, the fireballs each Archmage had conjured also differed in their glow. Some were extremely bright, while others were slightly dim. Some were strikingly red, while others were dark red with even a trace of purple.
"Everyone, even with something as simple as a Fireball Spell, each person conjures something different. Do you still think the current system of magic on the Sains Continent is correct?" Xu Yi pointed at the fireballs in their hands and asked bluntly.
"What's wrong with that?" an Archmage from the Malo Empire asked with a slight frown. "Every Mage