One thunderclap after another roared across the skies.
Yet all of it was blocked by Yi Lin—alone, with one hand—defying this thunderstorm that could only be described as a cataclysmic force!
The Uruk soldiers, snapping out of their initial shock, found their morale skyrocketing after their astonishment faded.
Standing at the edge of the Uruk city wall, they shouted out Yi Lin's class designation at the top of their lungs:
"Caster!"
"Caster!"
"Caster!"
Not just the frontline soldiers—even the solemn Uruk Court Priests couldn't suppress the twitching at the corners of their mouths after witnessing Yi Lin's display.
Could the later generations have truly developed magical arts so outrageous?
In the blink of an eye,
another round of thunder struck down.
Uruk City remained unscathed.
"Kakakaka——"
On the walls behind Uruk, imposing gun emplacements emerged from hidden compartments.
