As Victor taught her, magical energy was constantly gathering above his head.

Now, this magic has been fully visualized, condensed into a clearly visible radiance.

Like a restless stream, it converged into a swirling vortex above his head.

However, they were not inhaled by Victor.

They are the purest magic in the world, the most fundamental components of magic in this world.

"Therefore, for someone like you who has not yet fully understood all of this."

Victor looked at Aurelion and shook his head, seemingly somewhat disappointed.

His tone turned cold again, just like Aurelion's had been, and he extended a hand.

The palm lowered slightly.

[Sixth-Tier Magic: Primal Wrath]

At that moment, the pure magic in the sky intertwined and outlined each other.

They resembled sentient beings, gradually coalescing into shape.

The chaotic, strangely colored vortex was drawn away and dried up.

Now, a giant dragon with shimmering, multicolored light undulates in the air, its body swaying and its eyes opening.

The surrounding air became stagnant and dry, falling into a calm tranquility.

There were no magic circles, no chanting.

It's like the purest magic being forcibly kneaded and combined into a means of attack.

This formed the most natural and primal form of magic.

The dragon opened its enormous mouth, revealing countless sharp teeth, and its massive body, pulled by its head, whipped through the air, leaving a long trail of air.

It fell heavily.

At the same time, there was Victor's voice, filled with disappointment yet brimming with confidence.

After the dragon collapsed, a faint voice rang out:

"Your Majesty, what makes you feel this way?"

"You already possess the power to catch up with your teacher?"