Bab 146: Domestic Fat Cattle

"Use small Fireballs."

Just as Lin Jie finished saying, huge tentacles violently smashed down, flinging Domestic Fat Cattle mercilessly to the side. Domestic Fat Cattle's health instantly decreased by half. Then, he hurriedly went back to his position.

Domestic Fat Cattle stood up while still in shock, as compared to "not releasing high-level magic", accidentally dying seemed to be even more humiliating! He swung his Dark Gold Staff Fragment and pushed both of his hands out, two fireballs whirled in the air here and there, bombarding the Boss' head.

-234!

-255!

Phoenix Firework!

-380!

-380!

Lin Jie's pupils constricted, the Phoenix Firework dealt 380 points of damage, didn't that mean his magic damage was as high as 380 points? Even if one added all of one's stat points to Intelligence as a Mage, together with a full body of Gold equipment, they would only have only about 250 points of magic damage, right?