The Tier Four Mage, who was a slave merchant, obviously hadn't anticipated his subordinates dying so swiftly.
Before advancing to Tier Four, the gap between mages wasn't as vast as the chasm between Tier Three and Tier Four.
For mages who have reached Tier Four, the difference between Tier One and Two, or Two and Three, is like comparing small ants to large ants; it doesn't feel like a significant difference.
He had never seen anything like Hilia's instant obliteration of twelve 'same tier' mages.
Feeling the slowly dissipating magic power waves on the twelve large watermelons, the slave merchant squinted his eyes and said, "Your magic control is strong, reaching Tier Four levels, but the gap between Tier Three and Four is like a gorge, not something that magic control alone can bridge."
The slave merchant slowly walked towards Hilia; he didn't summon a magic puppet or even use a weapon, but instead applied pressure on Hilia using the tier difference.
