"You lowly creatures, you really don't hear what I say, I will show you a more painful death!" Lin shouted who was very annoyed and angry at being ignored by the younger generation of mages.
A suppressing aura suddenly enveloped the place.
"Weng ... Weng".
Two tens of meters long yellow light formed in Lin's palm, the yellow light was like a very long whip, and in an instant, the light shot toward the fleeing younger generation mages.
"Aaaaaa... Aaaaaa".
Before they could even react, that yellow light pierced right through their hearts in an instant.
Around a dozen mages of the younger generation died instantly with a hole in their left chest, with such attack speed no one would be able to dodge.
This of course made hundreds of wizards of the younger generation panic and immediately ran away.
"No!". Artha who was in the midst of the younger generations immediately shouted reminding everyone, that she had just realized something.
But of course, no one listened to her.
