C486 The Head Disciple of the Protector

With a swift swoosh, a massive arc of sword light cut through the air at an incredible speed, plunging into the throng of black-clad mages in the blink of an eye.

"Trouble! Form up, quickly!" The leader of the black-clothed mages, upon witnessing the City Lord's action, his expression darkened as he urgently bellowed the command.

Simultaneously, the leader