After a few hurried shots, the lethal nets of fire came to a halt.

After the terrifying clattering sound died away, all that remained in the forest was the sound of the clay puppet's big feet ramming the ground one after another.

Precious ammo is a complete waste of hitting a pile of clods of dirt that has been piled up entirely with elemental mana, unless it hits the core directly and destroys it, or it will only knock out a few clumps of sand.

What's more, Archmage Gasni didn't stand idly by this time

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