On the battlefield, a colossal white giant as vast as a mountain was striding across the land.
Behind him, a tide of the Wizard Army was advancing. In the sky, there were formations as grand as small Floating Cities and War Airships resembling schools of sharks.
Defense has never been the forte of wizards.
Buzz!
A beam of light, like a heavenly pillar, struck Richard's body.
A Mayfly combat group, responsible for the rear guard and numbering over a hundred thousand, had exhausted all their energy, even burning their flesh to ashes, transforming into this strike of ten thousand Energy Levels.
Yet this heroic counterattack fell upon Richard as silently as a phantom.
The area hit by the beam was charred, but in the next second, new bone quickly repaired it.
