"Embrace all things."
Mo Li immediately unleashed his skill, giving Ifrit no chance to catch his breath.
Four stone pillars erupted from the ground, surrounding Ifrit and trapping him within.
"Bind."
The four stone pillars seemed to activate, instantly imprisoning Ifrit.
"Alright, job done."
Mo Li clapped his hands in satisfaction as he looked at Ifrit, whom he had sealed away.
By Mo Li's estimate, Ifrit, a fire-type High-level Elf, could at most have just touched the threshold of Special A-rank.
Compared to Mo Li's strength, he was hardly worth mentioning. Even if Mo Li put up a shield and stood there letting him bombard it for three days and nights, Ifrit still would not be able to break through his defenses. In gaming terms, his attacks were nothing more than a scratch.
"How is this possible? How could you be this strong?"
Ifrit conjured countless fireballs and hurled them at the stone pillars sealing him away, but it was all in vain.
"Your strength must have reached Special A-rank, hasn't it?"
Ifrit spoke despairingly. Special A-rank monsters were known as Calamity-class monsters, powerful creatures that even great nations had to take seriously. He, a fire-type High-level Elf, was indeed strong and had even touched the threshold of Special A-rank, but there was still some distance between him and that rank. Yet that small gap was an insurmountable chasm.
"Special A-rank? More or less. Though I should be a little stronger than that."
As Mo Li spoke, he made a tiny gesture with his dragon claw.
"Stronger than Special A-rank? Could it be...?"
Ifrit said in disbelief, then completely gave up resisting. Stronger than Special A-rank—what was the point of fighting? The other party could crush him to death with a single finger. Those stronger than Special A-rank were Disaster-class