It was late at night. From the camp of the 3rd wizard Legion, many agile figures rushed out and went straight in a certain direction.
Clouds of black mist enshrouded these figures, perfectly blending into the dark night. Without walking up to them, it was impossible to notice their existence.
This was one of the methods Magi used in war. If the conditions allowed, they could even use this black mist to cover the entire battlefield, turning it into a special isolation space. In this place, their combat power would be greatly improved, and the negative effects would make the enemy feel as if they had fallen into hell!
Magi who could use such a technique were not ordinary, and it was clear that there were no mediocre people here.
The blood-eyed Magus hovered in the air, looking at the endless stream of people, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes.
