Chapitre 213: Chapter 138 Cassius's Summons

"I don't have time to play with you anymore."

Vagnard finally lost his patience and gently raised his hand.

[Death Cloud Spell]

The yellow-green poisonous gas billowed forward. The players tried to disperse it with the Wind Making Spell, but the gas was too deadly. Just a slight touch made their skin rot away.

And when the yellow-green poison enveloped them, even players enveloped in Protective Magic instantly became tattered corpses under the corrosive gas.

The potted plant that the "Sky Flying Witch" had transformed into withered the moment it touched the Death Cloud Spell.

The [Magic Coin] guild was completely annihilated.

The difference between mages lay in their spellcasting abilities, and this time it was an absolute difference. Even the simplest Magic Missile, in the hands of an Archmage and a Mage Apprentice, was worlds apart. In game terms, it was a difference in spellcasting ability.