Two days later, the barrier had become transparent yet again.
When the Mage King saw Shang, she almost killed someone just to vent her frustration.
Eleven!
This guy had killed eleven Mages with a threefold Spirit Sense!
Every time the fight ended, he looked more and more exhausted.
At this moment, Shang was violently clutching his head as his Mana Shield wobbled with instability.
He was nearly dead!
He was at his limit!
Just one more!
Just one more volunteer!
"Next one!" the Mage King shouted with frustration and anger.
Silence.
"Hurry!" she shouted, looking back at the people behind her.
Yet, all the people only looked at the Mage King with uncertainty.
They avoided her gaze like the plague.
"Where's the next one?!" she asked with a shout.
