Running away—what a luxurious word. When Owen heard that voice in his heart, his first reaction was that his mind had completely fallen into chaos. As a dignified Legendary professional, he was actually suffering auditory hallucinations. He was lying on the ground, nearly unable to think, yet still entertaining such unrealistic thoughts.
But after that instinctive reaction, the cornered "Rune Sage" painfully considered that, since he had already reached a dead end, what was there to hesitate about if he wanted to stake everything on the voice in his heart?
Although "Mioni's Super Long-Distance Random Teleportation" was known as the stupidest teleportation spell ever invented, with a failure rate as high as ninety-nine percent—and failure meant a shattered soul and certain death!
But... if he was trapped in a situation of certain death, then a ninety-nine percent chance of dying was still easier to accept than a one-hundred-percent chance of perishing.
"This... this is truly gambling with my life, but at this point... I have to gamble!"
The "Rift of Destruction" Punk had thrown out had already stirred up the fragile Law of Nature, and Babun's furious roar was close at hand. Either erupt in silence or perish in silence—terrified out of his wits, Owen viciously gritted his teeth and stamped his foot...
Gamble! Wasn't it just gambling with his life? He would treat it as advancing to Legend again. Success would make him a man; failure would make him a martyr! Even dying in the end was better than being captured alive by his enemies!
With such crazed thoughts, the bleeding-eyed "Rune Sage" began pouring out the last magic power he could gather, using pain to wring his soul dry. As the two terrifying figures entered his field of vision, Owen roared with unprecedented determination:
"Bastards, trash, scum! Don't