Chương 228: Never-ending Battle

The rain poured down, shrouding everything in mist and leaving the now ashen forest barely visible. It almost gave the illusion of emptiness, but Damian knew better—or rather, his mana sense knew better. 

He had already used up 70% of his beastmen mana stones, which could have fed the entire village for the whole winter, and turned them into mana dust for seven jars. He'd already burned through three of them for just a few spells. They were incredible to look at, even if they cost a fortune. Though he felt like he was burning money, it was worth it. His tornado spell had altered the weather itself. If that wasn't impressive, what was?