Magic Overload

The utterly restrained sword aura represented absolute danger.

Mel had no time to react correctly. Just as he prepared to respond, a Golden Lamp lit up, and in an instant, the space around him was sealed.

That brief interruption was enough to prevent him from continuing his combo.

The combined assault of four Hall of Fame experts was even more dangerous than the enemies who had come last time.

Especially the strange tools they were using. One seemed capable of locking his mana bar, while the other could freeze the space around him.

The moment the Golden Lamp's frozen space was released, Mel had no time to use any skills. With his mana bar locked, he could not even cast [Painful Chanting]. Without a way to force-cast magic, he naturally could not use [Flash] or [Scarecrow].

As the slash moved away, a spray of crimson blood burst from his chest. Before that ultimate slash, nearly all defensive attributes became meaningless, and his health bar instantly dropped by three-quarters.

Even more fatal was that the Golden Lamp's light shone upon Mel once again.

His thoughts would not freeze along with his body. While the Golden Lamp was in effect, the Sword Saint could not attack him directly either. The important question was who would successfully make a move the moment the control ended.

He was surrounded from both front and back by four Hall of Fame experts. The two mages had not attacked since earlier; it seemed their magic had been sealed just like his. That meant he only had to face the old man before him and the other warrior.

Despair engulfed him. To escape, he needed to use either a substitute skill or a movement skill, but his mana bar was completely unusable. Purely physical movement skills could not