The instant he saw Ankazan-Flamebrow, Punk knew that Plague Box had definitely lied in her report. She had never fought the "Burner" at all; she had merely fled the battlefield before making her report, while the "powerful enemy" she described had already swiftly left his original position.
Once he realized this, the caster truly wanted to hurl a Rift of Destruction straight at Plague Box's head. After all, if the River of Fate was the mastermind behind this coincidence of encountering a powerful enemy, then the selfish Plague Box was undoubtedly its accomplice.
Punk, who excelled most at double standards, thoroughly approved of putting his own interests first, but he did not like other people's selfishness in the slightest.
But... the bad thing had already happened. Cursing the mysterious River of Fate and Plague Box, that damned undead, was meaningless now. Since battle was unavoidable, the most necessary thing was to seriously face the powerful enemy before him.
Of course, Punk had no intention of considering whether he could discuss any proposals with Ankazan. A close-quarters battle had already begun; at a time like this, neither side could possibly halt their storm-like assault and trust the words of an enemy.
Thus, the instant their magical shields collided, Punk immediately swung the Pale Scepter viciously at the enemy before him without hesitation.
Under the caster's precise control, Power Pause, a Bright Moon Level Spell, was already poised at the tip of his staff. He intended to use this guarded opportunity to let Ankazan have a taste of a Bright Moon Level Spell!
However, Whisper of Destruction's instinctive counterattack achieved nothing, because the "Burner" who had collided with him reacted even faster.
At the instant of contact, Ankazan abruptly retreated at high speed. As scattered scorching shockwaves tore through space and laws,