A terrifying storm swept straight toward Mordo.
On the platform, Wang Yang had already noticed that something was wrong with Mordo.
"Was that a little too strong?"
Wang Yang waved his hand, instantly reducing the power of the Winds of Watoomb by ninety percent.
"He should be able to take it now!"
Wang Yang muttered to himself.
Meanwhile, despite having lost ninety percent of its power, the Winds of Watoomb still looked terrifying as it swept straight toward Mordo.
Countless sorcerers present gasped at the sight.
Many of them were worried about Mordo.
After all, the force was so terrifying that even the rubble swept into it was ground to powder.
Just then, countless red lines appeared around Mordo on the platform, then formed a massive shield that enveloped him.
It was the Seraphim Shield!
Boom!
The powerful force of the storm spread outward, even blowing quite a few sorcerers off their feet.
Only after the storm passed did the platform come back into view.
Despite being Black, Mordo looked somewhat pale. Sweat dripped continuously from his body, soaking his clothes, and he looked every bit like someone who had narrowly escaped death.
The entire Mirror Dimension fell quiet, almost utterly silent.
Countless sorcerers could not imagine that such terrifying magic existed.
Especially since this spell was merely a support spell in their hands, yet it had become so powerful in Wang Yang's.
Although the ceremony did not end after Wang Yang and Mordo's spar, the other bouts could hardly give the spectators that same intense feeling again.
It felt like being served exquisite delicacies, only to be given plain, simple fare afterward. The difference was enormous.
Strange had successfully become an Apprentice Mage.
However, he was not happy in the slightest.
Instead, he felt utterly dejected.
Although Sorcerer