He had only charged over, and the result was getting smashed straight into the ground?
He was the strongest court mage of Khaenri'ah, an existence who had once fought side by side with Aether, the sixth among Khaenri'ah's Five Sinners, and yet he had not even seen how the other party made his move?
This... this was way too absurd!
Dain struggled to crawl out of the pit, but every cell in his body was screaming with pain, leaving him unable to move.
And just then, Mo Wang's voice came from above the pit. "Looks like this guy's head still isn't clear enough. I'll have to help him clear it up some more."
Dain struggled to lift his head, and saw Mo Wang standing at the edge of the pit, cracking his fingers, a "kind" smile on his face as he walked down step by step.
One minute later...
Above the pit, Dain was lifted out by Mo Wang, who had him by the collar.
At this moment, Dain's entire face was swollen, practically as if he had gained a whole circle of weight.
His eyes were unfocused, and a thread of liquid that might have been blood or drool hung from the corner of his mouth. His whole body radiated a blank aura of "Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?"
Only after quite a while did Dain seem to finally recover.
He slowly straightened up, tidied his messy collar, then gave Mo Wang a slight bow, his tone calm and polite. "My apologies. I seem to have mistaken you for someone else just now. How discourteous of me."
Although Dain looked very proper and well-mannered, the moment the two of them saw his face, they felt an urge to burst out laughing.
His originally handsome,