Endless spells inundated Merlin's entire figure. Wizard Baslow and the old man Hodgdon revealed a hint of elation when they believed that Merlin was now overwhelmed by the sheer number of spells.
However, before they could completely relax, a weak light instantly encompassed Merlin's body. At the same time, dull collision sounds came from Merlin's direction, and his surroundings had become hazy due to the spell attacks.
Upon hearing the sounds, the old man Hodgdon and Wizard Baslow changed their expressions drastically. Such sounds indicated that the spells were all blocked by some sort of casting tool or a Defensive spell.
"They're blocked?"
The old man Hodgdon was in disbelief. Merlin was not a Third-level Spell Caster; they could see that he was at most a First-level Spell Caster.
Even a First-level Spell Caster had no way of blocking so many spells except for a Third-level Defensive spell cast by Third-level Spell Caster.
"Swoosh!"