For the next several minutes, Adam continued to teleport at fixed intervals and cast giant flaming spheres toward the sky.
The Cult Leader, who had finally caught up to the raven-haired youth, couldn't help but turn solemn.
One thought echoed in his crazed mind.
How is the boy casting spells?
Either Adam's comprehension of the School of Invocation was similarly very deep, allowing him to cast Great Fireballs with one hand.
Or… he had somehow managed to completely heal his injured hand.
Both outcomes were equally terrifying.
Watching the youth hurl several Great Fireballs from different regions within the vast sea of forest ahead, the lich couldn't help but become extremely wary of what Adam was attempting to do.
The lich knew it was likely a trap.
But the Dark King was exhausted, injured, heavily depleted, and rapidly running out of options. He could not let this opportunity go.
