Suddenly, all the golden light disappeared at the same time, and the warriors of the Seven Kingdoms, Seven Dragon Cities who had been standing here also vanished.
Teleportation, a one-time transportation of three thousand five hundred people to a specified location—even with the support of a magic formation and even though it was a short-distance transfer—was enough to attest to the incredible magical strength of Aubrey, the Master of the Tower of Light. Even if there were ten Grand Spatial Sorcerers here, it would still be impossible for them to achieve the same feat.
Drawing a deep breath, Aubrey's complexion turned even paler, and he let out a light sigh, muttering to himself, "I truly hope they'll be lucky enough to endure to the end. My friends, don't you think our decision has been a bit too cruel to the warriors from the various countries and Dragon Cities? In order to achieve final victory, I fear not many among them would willingly leave the battlefield halfway."