Second-Ring Wizard Wolf

[Feather of Agony]!

Wolf nearly snarled the words, glaring energy patterns suddenly lighting up across his cheeks.

Terrifying mental force surged from his body, drawing countless free energy particles. Vast amounts of lead-gray energy gathered in the air, forming countless densely packed gray feathers that floated in midair before suddenly scattering.

The figure wrapped in ghostly blue Iceflame charged straight into the range where the lead-gray feathers drifted down.

When the first feather landed on him, his figure paused slightly.

He raised his enormous right Ice Claw, ghostly blue Iceflame pouring from his palm. One lead-gray feather after another withered and vanished upon touching the blue flames, yet even more feathers fell onto him.

With every lead-gray feather that clung to him, the blue figure grew heavier, and his speed visibly slowed.

As vast numbers of feathers showered down, the blue figure was completely enveloped by roiling lead-gray, his body coming to a complete standstill.

Wolf immediately let out a great sigh of relief, but without pausing, he used his mental force to guide his next spell.

Damn it! What kind of monster is this?! That bastard Jarliden! He made me offend a genius of this caliber without even knowing it. That measly reward isn't nearly enough to make up for it!!

Wolf roared furiously in his heart.

Under the guidance of his Mental Force Field, the green wood fragments he had previously scattered through the air gathered once more. Every fragment gleamed, releasing terrifying energy fluctuations. Before long, a massive wooden throwing spear was about to take shape.

Yet at that moment, Wolf suddenly felt an inexplicable and intense palpitation, as though a giant hand had abruptly seized his heart in a vicious grip!

His terrified gaze shot upward. Reflected in his contracted pupils was only a figure completely