Breaking Out of the Encirclement

"Sorry, but I can't let you get there just yet."

In midair, the mysterious figure finally revealed himself—a grayish-green robe wrapped around his entire body, an iron mask covering his face, concealing every expression.

Grant had only recognized him by his voice and movements.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! After closing in on Grant, the mysterious man swung the silver dagger in his hand, launching a flurry of attacks at him in midair.

However, the Holy Light Armor on Grant's body was no cheap piece of equipment. It blocked every attack.

"Let's see how you dodge now!"

Seizing the chance, Grant condensed an extremely fine thread of light. In order to hold him back, the other party had leapt into the air and had nowhere to gain leverage. Therefore, one of Grant's countless missed attacks could finally hit!

And so, the thread of light shot out and struck the man squarely in the chest.

Yet a cold laugh came from beneath the iron mask.

At that moment, an utterly shocked expression finally appeared on Grant's face. That fine strand, condensed from an unknown amount of Holy Light, simply vanished into the man's chest, dissipating without a trace.

"You..."

The voice beneath the iron mask spoke again. "Your divine arts are useless against me. So be good and stay here to play with me for a while."

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out a strange iron hook and lodged it in a gap in the armor. Gripping a sturdy iron chain, the mysterious man used it to suspend himself in midair, closing the distance to Grant once more as he continued his frenzied assault on the Holy Light Armor.

And the dagger in his hand... glimmered with an unusual light. It was clearly no ordinary piece of iron.

Under such unceasing