On the ground, Jeming shook his head.
This action was more instinctual.
Given his current physical condition, even if he fell freely from ten thousand meters in the air and struck this desolate land, it would at most stir up a circle of dust without even grazing his skin.
Moreover, only the innermost Ruins Armor was broken at that moment.
Although the seven outer shields had been damaged by the powerful elemental turbulence structure, they had largely self-repaired before he landed, cushioning the impact to a negligible degree.
He stood up, his gray Wizard Robe dusted with some grayish-white powder, appearing particularly conspicuous under the dull daylight.
Jeming's first instinct was to look around vigilantly.
Within his line of sight, there were no traces of enemies. However, many Wizards from Nolun Workshop, having observed Jeming's condition, descended quickly while remaining alert.
