Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The Blue Deacon shoved his palm forward indifferently when he saw the fiery dragon lunging at him. An extremely thick wall of ice materialized in front of him.
The fierce Meteorite Fist dissipated instantly after ramming into the wall of ice. It was nowhere strong enough to penetrate it!
"Silent Deadly Bolt!"
Mo Fan proceeded to cast his Lightning Spell. The black death bolt struck the wall of ice fiercely.
The blurred figure behind the wall suddenly moved away. The death bolt only landed on an afterimage, failing to hit the detestable Blue Deacon.
The guy's unpleasant, sharp laughter was still lingering in the air. Mo Fan glanced around him and immediately saw a few walls of ice appearing in his surroundings. The reflective surfaces of the walls were like mirrors. Mo Fan saw over ten reflections of the man in a blue hoodie moving toward him with a cruel, eerie grin on his pointy face!
