Murder gleamed in the Demon Dragon Wizard's eyes. His gaze turned cold and merciless. The clone of this courteous elderly-looking Fourth-Ring Wizard was finally about to kill someone with his own hands.
Locke, meanwhile, had no idea why he couldn't move. Magic Pressure wasn't suppressing him. He simply couldn't move.
And he couldn't understand why.
Neither his body nor his spells would respond.
The only thing he could use was Peach Arc Thorn Arrow, empowered by the Holy Dragon Star's light.
The Heaven-Piercing Jujube and Golden Sacred Peach flew out of the Astral Ring on their own. The peach bent into a bow, while the jujube became an arrow. It aimed at the Demon Dragon Wizard and fired.
The Demon Dragon Wizard smiled. "As expected of one of us Demon Dragons. Even now, you haven't forgotten how to fight. You're still using the only spell you have left against me."
The arrow formed from the Heaven-Piercing Jujube flew toward him, only to vanish mysteriously before it reached him. Even the Heaven-Piercing Jujube itself, a Star-Ring Magic Plant, disappeared.
"Your courage is admirable," the Demon Dragon Wizard said.
"But it won't do you any good. You're no match for me. Your teacher might barely trade a move or two with me if I weren't taking things seriously."
Locke bit the tip of his tongue, hoping the pain would jolt his body into motion—or at least help him work out why he couldn't move. A neurotoxin? Was his soul being suppressed?
What was causing this?
Move, damn it!
Locke's pupils turned into golden slits.
The phantom Demon Dragon behind him let out a mournful cry. Even the battle-hungry creature had given up. It saw no way out of this dead end.
But Locke hadn't. His hunger to live and his pursuit of