"But this spell still isn't enough. Your mental power is still too scattered, and your magical power still isn't sufficiently condensed!"
Hearing Wang Yang's words, Strange looked somewhat surprised, as though he did not quite understand what Wang Yang meant!
Seemingly noticing that Strange still did not understand, he explained, "I mean this spell is too fragile."
Hearing Wang Yang's words, Strange could hardly believe that his Crimson Bands had actually been judged too fragile.
Naturally, he did not believe it.
After all, even Mordo had praised his magic.
Yet now it was being called fragile.
But the very next moment, Wang Yang raised his other hand and tore the Magic Chains apart with a single pull.
Strange immediately went pale. Clearly, the destruction of his spell had caused him some backlash as well.
Wang Yang waved his hand, gathering a large amount of energy that flowed straight into Strange's body.
It healed Strange's injuries.
"Strange, you need to understand that for us sorcerers, condensing mental power and magical power is the foundation of everything. Nothing else matters. Do you understand?"
Strange nodded deeply.
He had never imagined that someone could be so powerful with his physical body alone.
Of course, all of this rested on a foundation of powerful magic.
But even knowing all this, he still found it unbelievable to see how powerful Wang Yang was.
He very much wanted to know how Wang Yang had accomplished all this.
"Strange, there's no denying your talent, but you should have noticed that you have far too little combat experience!"
"You should understand that only through trials of life and death can you discover exactly where you fall short!"
Wang Yang spoke slowly.
The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj could be described as flowers in a greenhouse. They actually had few opportunities