Boom!
"Help, help..."
"Someone invaded..."
The magicians who were burned by the black fire howled and rolled on the ground, but the sand and soil they encountered would only become combustion supporting materials.
Arthur put his hands in the pockets of the dark red windbreaker, crossed over these dead bodies and walked out of the billowing smoke.
Igula took out the perfume bottle in her skirt and sprayed it on her waist and neck to dispel the strong tar smell. Gwen follows him and hands over eyedrops and hot towels, because just now Igula has exerted a wide range of mental impact, which not only consumes magic power, but also severely oppresses the visual nerve