The words of the man in the six-eyed devil mask left many of the awakened present displaying looks of embarrassment.
Previously, with the mist as their cover, they had no worries about revealing their identities and thus dared to act.
Now, with the mist dispersed, who would dare make a move and invite death upon themselves?
At this moment, the man in the six-eyed devil mask stood with his cape fluttering without any wind, a strong breeze continuously emanating from beneath him.
Clearly, his earlier spellcasting was part of executing a skill.
Howard looked around and realized that a Wind Martial barrier had been formed nearby.
If anyone rashly tried to break through, they would likely face a formidable assault.
The man in the six-eyed devil mask swept his gaze over the crowd and snorted coldly, "With your meager skills, you thought to steal our spoils of war?"