Rumor had it that Pei Ze slaughtered Winter Frost Priests on the Plane Battlefield as if they were mere chickens.
The number of Winter Frost Priests who had died by his hand was said to be in the triple digits!
Although he was only a Second-level Wizard, his true strength had long since reached the third level.
Faced with such a powerhouse, how could the three of them possibly be a match for him?
In an instant, Yuri and his two companions were horrified beyond belief, all their earlier confidence and condescension gone.
"Go!"
Yuri barked decisively. The moment the word left his lips, he shot away into the distance like a streak of light.
His two companions snapped out of their daze, cursed under their breath, and hurriedly fled in different directions.
Pei Ze smirked. A ball of liquid silver metal appeared out of thin air and quickly solidified into a spear. Lightning then surged forth, wrapping densely around the spear's surface, crackling incessantly.
