The magical storm died down gradually. The Roth Empire's soldiers present had never witnessed a scene where thousands of magic casters released their magic together.
The younger generation of the elven race had never witnessed that before, either.
Hence, their faces were filled with shock and fear when they saw the mess on the ground.
Almost all the 10,000 heavy cavalrymen were annihilated in this magical storm.
A few 10th-tier magic casters, dozens of 9th-tier and 8th-tier magic casters, a bunch of 7th-tier magic casters, and countless mid-tier magic casters had all deployed their most powerful magic on this land.
However, this so-called motley crowd all had smiles on their faces now.
"My youth has returned." A bald mister rubbed his head and chuckled.
