"I don't understand!"
Scarlett Disel, with her petite figure swirling with gray and white qi force, gritting her teeth almost to breaking point, struggled to speak while pouring strength into the "Scenery" on her arm, "Are we assassinating a high-level mage, or are we being hunted by a high-level mage group!!"
Not far behind her, the leader of "Bee Sting," with a body flowing with crimson aura, had almost transformed into a phantom, moving at an unbelievable speed with a high frequency. The longsword in his hand stirred a storm of blood qi in the air, constantly dispelling the violent wind element of that intangible matter.
And the other nineteen "Bee Stings" stood in the middle of the two, desperately using various means to resist the almost pervasive large-scale magical attacks.
