"Just a little longer, just a little longer!" Flamel looked at Ye Ruozai, who was suspended in mid-air, channeling all his energy to cast time pausing magic, hoping to delay until the Elf Messenger he summoned adapted to the energy fluctuations of the Daoist Realm to unleash the final strike.
However, it seemed that everything and everyone in the cornerstone plane were against him. Previously, Ye Ruozai, who could be repeatedly immobilized, now only slightly stalled in mid-air. As soon as a bit of white light appeared from the hand he was pressing against his chest, his body regained freedom, and he moved forward again under Flamel's horrified gaze.
"There's something wrong with that hand! Damn it! Why didn't I notice the strange gesture earlier?" While secretly blaming himself for his carelessness, Flamel rapidly retreated, frantically casting magical attacks to block Ye Ruozai's advance.
