Outside the cave, everyone waiting anxiously grew tense at the sight of the surging flames.
"Mr. Lin Mo will be alright, won't he?"
Phini's brows were tightly furrowed, her face full of worry.
Ally gripped her weapon tightly, ready to rush forward at any moment.
Alston was equally worried, but he trusted Lin Mo's strength and judgment. He reassured everyone, "It's alright. Trust Lin Mo."
"Whoosh—!"
As the flames faded, Lin Mo stood outside the cave and glanced at his slightly burned left arm before letting out a long breath.
All he could say was that it was fortunate he had been prepared for this move and had retreated quickly enough. Otherwise, he really would have been in trouble...
Magic was unlike physical attacks. Constitution still offered some protection, but its effect was greatly reduced.
He had learned from Flora that, according to the Imperial Mage Association's specialized research, the defensive power provided by Constitution was only about 66.7% effective against magic.
That was one of the reasons magic was so powerful.
Other than against the few creatures with resistance to the corresponding element, magic of equal power often dealt far more damage than physical skills.
That was why Lin Mo, with only 3 Magic, could still instantly kill low-level monsters like Goblins using ordinary magic that had not reached max level.
Still, it probably could not use that move too many times.
Looking at the Crimson Flame Tiger inside the cave, growing weaker and too afraid to pursue him, Lin Mo became even more confident.
After all...
A ray of Holy Light came from behind him, and the burn on Lin Mo's left arm rapidly healed at a visible rate. In just two or three seconds, it had completely recovered as though he had never been injured.
After all,