The twitching at the corners of his mouth was beyond his control. The goat's beard made him uncomfortable, like a tuft of shaggy hemp rope embedded in his chin.
But the more he resisted, the tighter the restraints became. That faint film of light sealed every inch of his skin like a set of shackles.
Li Ziran's eyes widened as he stared at the middle-aged figure riding a goat in the sky, unable to believe what he saw.
Another living being had actually overpowered him with a Transformation Spell, leaving him utterly unable to resist.
He could not understand it. Frog Transformation was his best spell, practically an innate gift. Moreover, after obtaining frog element from the Black Dragon, his mastery of Transformation Spells had reached extraordinary heights.
He was confident he could perform Frog Transformation whenever he pleased, with effortless ease.
Yet now, that gift he had wielded so freely seemed to have been plucked straight from his body by a god. He had become an ordinary person without a shred of talent.
That goat was stripping him of his basic ability to transform.
This should never have happened.
He was shocked-shocked by this bizarre ability.
He started backing away, only to discover how awkward and uncoordinated his four hooves were. After just two steps, he stumbled and fell, his hard horns plunging straight into the dirt and drawing a chuckle from the green-robed mage nearby.
The man sat bare-chested on the sandy soil, grinning strangely.
A few seconds ago, he had been scared half to death. Now he was delighted beyond measure, all because he knew who that figure in the sky was.
The Light Archmage!
One of the Human Race's most formidable mages, the ruler of the Tower of Light.
Everything was settled. They could easily bring