"Hmph, mere child's play. Do you think these puppets, not even of the Third Rank witchcraft, are of any use against me?!"
Colin waved his hand lightly, and those menacing, burning Flame Shadows instantly distorted and dissipated like bubbles, without even causing a ripple.
Colin, heedless of his surroundings, already had a preliminary plan in mind and, stimulating the Silver Stream, rapidly flew in a certain direction!
A head-on battle was out of the question.
Even though he was confident in his own strength, he was not so delusional as to think he could take on a Fourth Rank Wizard!
After all, at the moment, he was but a Basic Level Third Rank Wizard!
"Ha!" Calvin noticed his movement, cruelly curling up the corners of his mouth and waving his hand lightly.
Swish!
A rapid, semi-transparent stream of light shot towards Colin, and according to Calvin's prediction, this attack should have severely injured Colin, leaving him without the ability to resist, at his mercy.
