The white silk threads had hit the opponents before the ice thorns of these long-haired wild boars condensed.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Blood gushed out from the bodies of the long-haired wild boars who were sprinting. Their rough and fleshy bodies were directly pierced through by the silk thread, and their vitality was instantly drained. Then they fell heavily to the ground because of inertia, leaving a pool of blood and deafening howls on the ground, but they could no longer get up.
"Congratulations, Mage Mike. You have created the silver-level magic: silk magic: three thousand white silk and the 'new moth list' has recorded it."
As soon as Mike made a move, a group of level-3 wild boars which were close to 100 in an instant!
Beatrice and the others widened their eyes in disbelief.
Wasn't their leader learning magic every day? Why was he so strong in actual combat?