447 Not Just a Mage

Benjamin was now within touching distance of a cannibal mage. He held a silver gun in his hand and gently blew away the smoke with a sly smile on his lips.

But what he did not expect was for a middle-aged man to shield the elder. He clutched his chest as he moaned and fell to the ground.

"Pity, these people are just too protective…" Benjamin said to himself as he shook his head.

The person he was targeting was one of the elders. But the elder had been hiding among the crowd and was surrounded by his own people. Benjamin had such a hard time hitting his target because there wasn’t a clear shot.

Benjamin failed to hit his target even with the enemy eyes glued to the skies; not to mention, his one move made the enemy really angry.

"He has no more spiritual energy, just get rid of him!" one of the elders commanded.