Magic should be common knowledge in this place, yet also exceedingly rare. Whether it was Sun Wei of the Plum Blossom Guard or Shen Qingshuang, who could hold her own against a first-rate master like Shen Qingluo, they both showed expressions of extreme shock when they saw Li Chengxi make his move. Yet, they both assumed it was magic.
Their reaction was like they had heard of magic but had never actually seen it. However, for these people from the Southern Frontier, it should be what they call witchcraft. Yang Yiyi felt a sense of panic.
She wasn't afraid of a mere group of men in black armed with sabers and swords, but this witchcraft thing was something Yang Yiyi had never encountered... In the past, Li Chengxi would always be the one to figure out a plan, while Yang Yiyi just had to go on a rampage.
But speaking of Li Chengxi, Yang Yiyi suddenly remembered he had once mentioned that as long as you used internal energy to strike a spell, you could shatter it. But Li Chengxi had only said that much, he hadn't specified how to deal with the spellcaster.