Long silence, the aftermath of the Heaven-Destroying Planet-Annihilating Orbital Cannon gradually subsides, and among over a hundred wizards, the atmosphere is stiflingly oppressive.
Escape from death!
"We are so lucky, thanks to the great Stigmata Sorcerer of the Oblivion Tower! Thanks to the great Wizard's Will!"
A female Demon Hunter novice sits on the ground with tears all over her face; heaven knows if she hadn't happened to fly near Green on a mission and been encompassed within Green's space cage at that moment, what her fate would be.
This First-Level Wizard covers her face with both hands and cries with joy, her gaze at Green filled with the deepest respect and gratitude.
Lulianmian desperately pushes air out of her lungs, as death nearly brushed her by. In the face of such irresistible magnificent power, a mere Third-Level Great Sorcerer is as insignificant as an ant, utterly meaningless before the orbital giant cannon.
