Chapter 912 Worthy


    The stillness shattered.


    A deafening roar of mana erupted, surging outward like a tidal wave, shaking the obsidian ground and obliterating the silence.


    The darkened world was consumed by a blinding blue storm, its radiant light devouring everything in its path.


    The figure''s feral eyes narrowed into pinpricks. His arm, which had been tearing toward Atticus''s head, froze mid air.


    With a snarl, he pulled it back, crossing it over his head like a shield.


    But then it hit.


    The storm mmed into him with the force of a tsunami crashing against a cliff, relentless and merciless.


    His muscles bulged as he took a step back, his feet grinding into the hard ground. The gale tore at him, shards of mana slicing through the air like countless des.


    ''I can withstand this,'' he thought calmly, his gaze sharpening as he anchored himself.


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