"Flame Burst Skill," "Chain Lightning," "Frost Blade"...
Myriad low-tier magic spells fell like a torrential downpour, but unfortunately, the tactic of quantity over quality was obviously infeasible here. The gap between those of legend and great wizards could not be bridged, let alone by these ordinary official wizards.
Saintess Cynthia moved across the platform like a swift storm, leaving trails of afterimages in everyone's sight.
Merely by the unusual swiftness of her energy form, she had already dodged more than ninety percent of the spells. As for the rest, Cynthia was too lazy to even avoid them; they were often dispersed by the elements within her domain before reaching her!
Fortunately, Harrov had never counted on these wizards to be of much help; he just wanted to slightly distract Cynthia.
