"You're a mage?" Lin Ming stared at his opponent.
It wasn't a competition, and under such circumstances, the chances of mages encountering and working together were higher. They were notable disciples of the Sage Tier Mage, or else they wouldn't even be here. And forming a pact gave them higher chances of winning.
When another mage attacked him, Lin Ming's brows pulled together. If someone were aiming at him, he would not let them off this easily.
"Dazzling Dragon Spell!" Flames engulf the guy across Lin Ming.
Black smoke belched out from his foe, pushing Lin Ming's flames away.
"A Dark Mage?" Lin Ming's eyes widened. The guy in front of him mustn't be one of the Sage Tier Mages' disciples, and none of the Sage Tier Mages he'd heard about was of a dark magic user—he must originate from the tomb itself. The opponent was of Tier 7, and with him casting dark magic, his attacks were hard to predict—he was strong.
