100 Wizards

"Stop!" A shadow of a man appeared with a roar. It was followed by an immense wave of impose pressure. By that point, the Lord of Marshall and the 30 beginner warriors were no longer able to do any attacks. They could only stay on their spot, directly counteract this immense wave of impose pressure.

"It's a head commander!" Abel's eyes began to flash. These kinds of impose pressure could do nothing to him physically or spiritually. Although he could not unleash any impose pressure, his power of the will was miles ahead of that commander in front of him. Therefore, impose pressure could only excite his power of the will even more.

The commander got all his enemies under his control. As he looked at the situation at hand with satisfaction, he suddenly felt a strong breeze of wind coming from above his head. Before his soul even had time to react, a knight's long spear had already appeared upon the top of his head.