Yi Lin did not know,
that even though the Supreme Mage was currently a "Thought Body," a state where his death wouldn't cause any heartache, once he exceeded his Level to cast magic of this caliber, the him who was sound asleep in another dimension would wake up utterly drained, as if he'd endured a delirious yet exhausting dream—a dream so intense it left his soul spent. Though it wouldn't kill him, he'd still spend at least a year or two in utter frailty.
A Rotten Monster was chasing from behind.
Beast hordes were encircling from all sides.
Ah Deng, alone, piloted a battered steampunk mecha, resisting to the bitter end.
One miraculous spell after another came forth from the Supreme Mage.
Beast hordes were disintegrated, distorted, burned, or frozen.
Yi Lin exclaimed, "Goodness gracious!"
This truly was a feast for the eyes.
With a mere wave of the Supreme Mage's hand, a clear, open sky emerged from the chaos!
