"You're planning to fight me in this state?"
Watching Feimura Masayuki desperately spread the golden light of his benevolent aspect to protect the space around them and confront him, a playful smile appeared on Wei He's face.
"So what if I am?"
Feimura Masayuki's expression was calm, but in reality, beads of sweat were already starting to form on his forehead.
He was under immense pressure. Trapped within this magnetic field barrier, he was constantly being seared by that strange black fire. The field's intensity was so great that even the special properties of his benevolent aspect couldn't completely neutralize it. It was like iron meeting a strong acid, being corroded and ignited bit by bit.
Not to mention, he also had to do his utmost to expand his own magnetic field, prop up the barrier, and protect the civilians behind him. The pressure he was enduring was more than doubled.
