With the terrifying firepower network constructed by the "Great Light Appearance," Jeming finally forcibly stabilized the precarious battle situation, gaining a moment to catch his breath.
He immediately diverted a part of his mind and swiftly scanned the entire battlefield.
His gaze first turned to the high sky.
There, what was supposed to be a battle of sheer power level was locked in a strange stalemate.
The severely injured Fourth Level Wizard and the Third Level Wizard Levin Mills were in a fierce exchange of energy, the emitted shockwaves twisting the surrounding space, making it seem as if the sky was on the verge of collapsing from their fierce duel.
However, Jeming observed for a few seconds and his brow slightly furrowed.
"...So weak."
This was his most direct and objective assessment in his heart.
It was not arrogance, but a fact.
The Fourth Level Wizard in the sky was simply a "showpiece" with nothing but strength!
