The Mages couldn't do much. They wanted to direct their attacks, but they were busy stopping more bombs with the curse of the Sorcery to fall to the ground because they don't want to see people below get cursed.
They had to not only catch the bottles gently but also seal them from exploding and spreading more harm. So, there were so many mages working together to secure those cursed sorcery bombs.
However, the were different. They had focused on directing their attacks at the Wyvern riders.
“Aim for the Wyvern's eye if it's too hard to aim at the rider!” Ezekiel ordered in the midst of his army. He drew his bowstring once more and released an arrow of sky-blue aura that pierced right into the eye and head of one of the Wyverns.
The Wyvern's glowing red eyes were indeed such a perfect
