Of the six Level 3 Wizards, only two remained, and both were wounded.
The situation had taken a drastic turn.
"You little bastard, die!"
With a savage roar, the old man's face contorted. He opened his cavernous maw and lunged, trying to bite Pei Ze.
The remaining Wizards snapped back to their senses and charged at Pei Ze.
By now, they no longer dared to underestimate him.
Who could have imagined he'd wipe out over half their number in a single exchange?
'Who knows what other trump cards Pei Ze has up his sleeve? If we let him continue, there's no telling what the consequences will be.'
They had to kill him. Now!
Pei Ze sneered at the murderous horde charging toward him and, without a moment's hesitation, ignited his Alchemy Engravings.
Silver Body!
Energy Force Field!
Dazzling silver patterns surfaced on Pei Ze's skin, only to be quickly overlaid by an even more brilliant silver sheen.
