Bang!
The cannonball was successfully launched, shooting fiercely into the sky, only to leisurely fall to the ground much later.
Hilia, with a pale face, used her magic staff as a crutch and simultaneously condensed a highly adhesive ice layer on the ground to avoid collapsing.
Hilia's appearance could not be concealed nor hidden.
Soon, people from the nearby elven camp arrived swiftly by her side.
Hai Wei'er, at the forefront, reached out to support Hilia, "Miss Xi, how are you? Are you alright?"
As she spoke, she felt a sense of relief.
At last, she had seen Hilia in such a state.
She had thought Hilia was a fountain of magic power, never to run dry.
Not just her, but the other rushing elves shared similar thoughts.
If Hilia returned with the same complexion as usual, they would have started doubting themselves.
