The lich's green flames blazed through the gap in his helm.
He gripped the spear so tight that his gauntlets started to groan. But no matter how much strength he applied, the blade of his weapon just wasn't able to reach the Dark King.
As the space around the Dark King trembled, the youth looked the lich in the eye and spat a single, cold word:
"Scram."
And then, the lich felt a wave of vertigo assault his senses as gravity itself betrayed him. In the blink of an eye, he was launched backward.
His armored figure smashed through countless undead creatures and serpents alike as he was hurled more than a hundred meters away from Adam. The same was true for the two four-headed monsters. They were catapulted in two different directions.
Adam's tenebrous eyes flashed with a ruthless light. He quickly cancelled the spell and applied strength and mana to his lower body. The ground beneath his feet trembled in anticipation.
