Premonition.

Despite the fact that there were only one hundred and twenty-six Mid-Rank Gordon Mages, the moment they began their march toward the Mid-Rank battlefield,

All eyes turned to them.

There was something about their presence, an expectation, a commanding aura, a weight that made everyone watching believe they could pull off another miracle, just like they had in the Low-Rank battlefield.

Even with their small numbers, they still gave out an unstoppable aura.

The moment Bryan Lanzt saw the Gordon Mages advancing, he couldn’t help but smile, with a swift motion, he swiped his hand forward, unleashing a barrage of wind blades that sent a Tier 5 zombie which had mixed into the Tier 4 ranks flying backward.

No clan or mage force that had participated in the previous battle had ever fully explained what had happened, so many had been in the dark before this battle began on what to expect .