"What's the use of being so excited?" Qi Xia shook his head with a smile. He waved his hand gently, and a dark golden light formed a huge ball around him, sending him into the air. Powerful waves of magic swept across the entire battlefield. All the Mages covered their chests and felt a magnitude of magic fluctuation that they had never felt before. The magic in their bodies felt an intense resonance and boiled in an instant.
"Do you want to compete? We Mages will not lose to close combat classes like you." In mid-air, Qi Xia, who was standing in the golden ball of light, raised his eyebrows. With a gentle twist of his wrist, the scepter in his hand exploded in an instant and enveloped every Mage.
The baptism of light allowed the magic in Mages' bodies to reach its peak. The surging magic almost made them want to roar.
"It's a Divine Mage!"
