Flesh Barrier

Five hourglasses later.

There were seventy-three Dark Sorcerers with arbitrary forms gathered above ground, three of them were Level 2 Sorcerers, none of them had an Honor Badge.

If they were all Bright Sorcerers, they would have already formed three small teams with the three Level 2 Sorcerers as their leaders, but to a Dark Sorcerer, seventy-three people meant seventy-three teams.

Victor took out a metal ball from his shirt, after it released an energy wave, it started to float in the air.

This was a mechanical armor core that was made by a modern sorcerer. After the mechanical armor core vibrated, it disintegrated into numerous metal threads, and in a few moments it had already completely covered Victor, it fitted him perfectly.