"Brothers, what do you think about the battle ahead?"
In a magic tent providing energy for the defensive barrier in the heart of the Saint Night Army's camp, a thin and dry magician seated on the ground, effortlessly supplying magic power to the floating crystal in front of him while expressing his boredom.
At his side, there were nine other mages gathered around, all performing the same motion.
Based on the aura circulating within the tent, the strength of these mages was at least at the level of Tier 2 five-star senior powerhouses or above. Some had even reached the peak of Tier 2.
Moreover, on the chest of most of the magic robes, various family crests were embroidered, indicating that these mages mostly had noble backgrounds.
Apart from that, the most eye-catching part of the tent was the magic patterns on the ground, which glowed with a faint blue light.
