He Xi did not even check whether the man he had sent flying had landed before sending a surge of magic toward Trist's direction. "Withdraw while you can!"
The next second, he turned and ran.
Thanks to the effect of Savage Charge, the figure running across the snow looked somewhat wretched from behind, but his speed was astonishingly fast.
The icy wind whistled past his ears, and his heart pounded against his ribs.
"Slag isn't his match... Run toward Rose Town."
Just then.
A chill crept up his back.
He did not need to look back. His instincts told him something was flying toward him!
And it was fast!
His enhanced leg tendons reacted instantly.
His right foot slammed down.
Bang!
The snow exploded.
Borrowing the recoil, he forcibly shifted his center of gravity while running at full speed, sending his entire body flying sideways to the left. Sss—just as he left his original path, a ghostly hand made of frost brushed past the hem of his clothes.
Although it did not hit him directly, the chill still left half his body numb.
As he rolled, He Xi also saw the figure in the air.
"Levitation Spell?!"
He could only grit his teeth and use his momentum to get up and continue sprinting.
However, when he raised his head and looked ahead, the snowfield that had been illuminated by the Light Spell at the tip of his wand had vanished.
It was as if someone had forcibly dug out a piece of reality before him and filled it with a mass of highly concentrated ink.
The stable, gentle light on the wand vanished the instant it touched the edge of the darkness, as though some enormous beast had swallowed it in one bite.
Immediately afterward, a sound like a mollusk