To be honest, even if Ivan and Number Ten were struck by the lightning sphere and turned into ashes on the spot, Lin Jun wouldn't wrinkle his mushroom hat.
After all, Number Ten dying isn't really a big deal.
But Lin Jun had just made the decision to save Ivan, and now a lightning sphere killing Ivan somewhat disrespects the Savior's presence.
Anyway, the people nearby were pretty much gone now, so Lin Jun could loosen up a bit.
Below Ivan, from the gaps in the sewer grates, the hollows beneath the cracked floor, and the mouse holes at the base of the walls, countless resilient tendrils shot out, sticking one after another onto Number Ten hidden behind Ivan.
The magic of the entire area was gathering from the underground network, constantly pouring into Number Ten's body.
The fluorescence of Number Ten's mushroom hat was brighter than ever before, a sign that the magic had overflowed to its limit.
