"You!"
Ilder looked at Lu Wenwu with eyes that were about to burst, his body was boiling with magic power due to extreme fury, and his entire face was twisted in rage.
A kind of black intent mixed with the color of blood climbed up his face, making him look as if he was shrouded in a layer of black shadow, adding a hint of violence to him.
"How could you possibly be unharmed! This is absolutely impossible!"
"Crack!"
The answer to him was a clap of thunder in the sky.
The dark clouds that Lu Wenwu had yet to summon not only did not disperse but instead gathered because of the concentration of magic power and elements.
A low pressure spread over the forests of the sanctuary, heavy on the mind, making it a bit difficult to breathe.
Lu Wenwu glanced at Ilder, reached up to touch his chest where he had been attacked, and remained silent with a grave face.
