197 The Waiting Crowd

The leader knelt on the ground, his face full of helplessness.

At this moment, he only wanted to slap himself for his ignorance. They had seriously underestimated the White Tower, or more accurately, they had seriously underestimated Herman's strength.

This Warlock, or rather, Mage, was simply outrageous.

One against eight, but he beat them easily.

He looked around and saw the bodies of the other second-circle warlocks lying on the ground. They were so arrogant a few hours ago, but now no one made a sound.

He was arrogant earlier too, and now he was in a sorry state.

As he surrendered, the skeletons around him also retreated to the sides. Among the white bones, he finally saw the enemy they were fighting against, Herman.

"You've really hidden your strength well!" He looked at Eli with a complicated expression.

"No, I've never hidden. It's just that you guys are too weak." Eli shook his head.