The men in black almost simultaneously felt the ground beneath their feet soften, their bodies sinking into the swamp from the waist down. Amidst their shock and panic, how could these Dark Mages with an average of only about Four-Crowns worth of power exert their true strength? And in reality, even if they could, what good would it have done them? The icy gleam of a blade accompanied over ten muffled groans, and apart from the one who attacked Ji Dong, the rest of the men in black had all slumped down, each with a fingertip-sized hole on their forehead. Yet, eerily, there was no blood flowing out.
