"Ugh!" "Argh!" "Ahhh!"
Although the crimson blood arrow was aimed solely at Alan, the bloody storm it stirred up along the way mercilessly claimed the lives of countless attackers in the vicinity.
These unfortunate souls didn't even understand what had happened before they were torn apart and crushed into ashes by Bruce's immense mana.
If one could say a tier-diamond mage still belonged within the bounds of human potential, then the attack of a Legendary mage had already far surpassed the realm of human imagination!
The blood-red arrow was drawing closer and closer, its tip nearly at Alan's throat. He could feel his heart leap into his throat.
Everything around him seemed to slow down. In his vision, nothing remained but the color red.
He even forgot to breathe at that moment—only the powerful thumping of his heart reminded him that he was still alive.
Legendary-tier magic… is this what it's truly like?
Alan had never imagined such a scenario, let alone prepared for it.
