"It's you damned Wizards again!"
A wave of incomparably potent divine grace erupted from the depths of the valley.
A streak of light shot over, appearing above the wall in an instant.
The halo of light dissipated, revealing Andri's figure.
His gaze fell coldly upon the figure opposite him, but in the next second, his expression froze. His momentum faltered, and his face rapidly shifted from angry and severe to shocked and dumbfounded, then to horrified and terrified—a vivid display of changing expressions.
"It's you!"
The Winter Frost Priests who had followed him heard the near-shriek in Andri's voice and couldn't help but look puzzled, not understanding why Lord Andri was reacting so strongly.
According to the feedback from the Eye of Cold Winter, the man before them was clearly just a Level 1 Liquidation Wizard.
"A mere Level 1 Wizard dares to run wild here? He must have a death wish."
A Third-Class Priest sneered, stepped forward, and said,
