Wilderness.
Rampaging elements swept across more than ten kilometers of surrounding land.
In the sky.
A staff appeared in Kieran's hand.
He seemed to tap lightly against the invisible ground, and in an instant, the Four-Colored Light Wheel behind him abruptly expanded.
The four-colored radiance suddenly stretched to a hundred meters, like four fully drawn bowstrings, poised to fire.
Ian's heart tightened.
It was as though he had foreseen something.
The Wind Wings behind him spread wide, and his figure instantly vanished hundreds of meters away.
The next moment.
A cyan-golden wind blade streaked past his side, covering an area hundreds of meters wide.
It swept past Ian.
The violent storm made the surface of Ian's skin sting.
When he looked back.
The wind blade flew straight toward a hundred-meter-high hill on the ground, accompanied by thunderous roars that filled the sky.
The mountain was sliced cleanly into two.
He was actually serious.
Ian sucked in a cold breath.
"You can't afford to lose focus in battle."
Kieran's voice rang out.
Then the fiery-red light wheel behind him bloomed.
Several hundred burning fireballs had already appeared, screaming through the air toward Ian.
It was a terrifying sight.
It was no weaker than the Wizardry used at the Winston Family before.
Mirror Eyes flickered in Ian's gaze as he calculated every possibility. After running the calculations, he found that every direction had been sealed off.
There was no avoiding it.
"Then bring it on."
Ian grinned.
Grayish-white light flowed from his body like liquid, spreading outward in every direction.
The next moment.
All approaching flames seemed to have their throats seized. In the next instant, every fireball began to tremble.
One after another, they either dispersed mid-flight or exploded outright.
Only a handful of fireballs reached him, but Ian easily dodged