Chapter 110: Record of Regression (3)

Click!

Deculein flicked his fingers, and the classroom was colored black. Epherene soon found out why this place was a special floor.

Wow.

The ceiling turned into the night sky. Like a bright and starry piece of drawing paper, clear and dark.

Truthfully pure magic is.

Deculein looked at each face in the classroom as he held the words.

Something never mixed with impurities; it is pure. Even with the same spells, it is as solid and clear as different magic altogether. Like the body of [Iron Man].