The devil curled up in Adam's mind, trembling violently. At this moment, it did not dare move at all. It could still devour and absorb apprentice-level Negative Energy Magic, but the aura of the same origin emanating from Peter Om made it afraid to even come into contact with it.
Adam faced the greatest crisis since his awakening.
Relying on talent that surpassed countless others, he had enjoyed smooth sailing for more than a year. Among apprentices, unless he encountered some exceptional genius, he could already be considered extremely strong. But now, it was like a child facing an adult—everything he had taken pride in had become a joke.
He could not help conducting a self-examination. If he had prepared a little more thoroughly and bought a Teleport Scroll from the Tower, how could he be in such a passive position now? Sure enough, humility made one progress; the arrogant would sooner or later bring about their own destruction.
"What a pity. What a pity that you are on the Mage Continent now. I have no time to let you taste the most beautiful tortures. But it does not matter. I will draw out your soul and torment it day and night until the end of time." Peter Om returned to his calm demeanor and spoke softly to Adam. At the same time, he raised a finger. After uttering a brief syllable, a crimson line of fire shot toward Adam.
"Look, this is what magic truly looks like. Communicating with the ether through Mental Power, sensing elements with the soul, then using incantations to unleash magic—what a marvelous, mysterious thing this is. Yet you sinners who profane magic actually attempt to explain magic with ignorant knowledge and laughable runes. What gives you the right to comprehend the splendor and greatness