As the Dragon of Fortune curled up in the sky and gradually vanished, all people felt the oppressive force, and the flow of mana within their bodies became extremely difficult. Not to mention engaging in large-scale magical combat, many with weaker mana couldn't even cast spells.
At this moment, they had completely lost their superior status. Now, even a mortal with ordinary weapons could potentially harm or even take their lives.
Some cultivators had already started to beat the retreat drum since Treasure Elephant Country had become markedly more dangerous for them. Having lost the protection of their mana, they could easily be killed by the angry common people, so they hurriedly left the kingdom before the news spread among the masses.
The old beggar stood on a rooftop, lightly sipping from his wine gourd, with a hint of a smile on his face as he said, "This is better. The common people suffer less hardship. The benevolent hermit who intervened truly has a kind heart."
