When the black shadows rushed into the fire, Benjamin was not the only one worrying.
"What was that? Why did the flames become smaller?" In the sky, Frank watched the fire shrink, and asked with a worried look on his face.
Joanna shook her head and said, "I don’t know, but it is eroding my magic."
Hearing the words coming out of the caster’s mouth, the mages fell into despair.
To them, the significance of the sea of fire was too great. If the elder cannot be burnt to death in it, they would be burned to death by the Door into Oblivion!
So, they casted spell after spell, conjuring more and more fireballs, and sent them into the sea of fire. Unfortunately, the fire was created by three fire phoenixes, these fireballs were like water droplets falling into the sea, making no difference in a sea that was about to dry up.
Following the gathering of the black shadows, the strength of the fire had been cut in half.
