The Kings of Mayfly watched from afar the three Great Wizards, clearly discerning the extent of their strength.
Strong, incredibly strong.
Within the mental network, the Kings of Mayfly shared their opinions.
In their eyes, each of the three Great Wizards was terrifyingly powerful. Compared to the backward World Masters of tribal worlds, one Great Wizard was worth three of them.
"Indeed, civilization, the strength is simply different," the only Sixth Level Mayfly among the Kings of Mayfly sighed within the mental network.
The next moment, the three Kings of Mayfly suddenly fluttered their wings, shooting across the sky like meteors, flying towards their respective Great Wizards.
Upon seeing this, the three Great Wizards didn't waste words.
They immediately unfurled their true bodies and swung their Magic Wands, clashing with the Kings of Mayfly.
Due to their positions, Richard could only see the battle of the Dusk Great Wizard.
