"Fuck! I'm dead, dead, dead, dead!"
Li Mo abruptly leaped sideways, sprang down from the rock wall, and bolted without looking back. He wished he had installed a few extra pairs of legs on himself beforehand!
A dinosaur-killing meteor only needed to be ten kilometers across—ten thousand meters in diameter. So what would it take to wipe out Li Mo?
At the thought, Li Mo shuddered violently.
He did not want to find out. He did not dare to find out!
Some people might say, didn't Li Mo know how to project the sun? What did he have to fear?
But no matter how vast your mana was or how realistic your projection looked, was it real?
Fake!
At its core, Projection Magecraft was just magecraft for making counterfeits. That Shirou guy was nothing more than a wholesale dealer in knockoffs!
"Huff... huff..." Li Mo ran until he was gasping for breath, yet no shockwave from the Little Sun striking the ground came from behind him. There was not even a sound.
Li Mo turned around, and then... then he wilted.
Yes, wilted in the literal sense. He clutched his head and squatted on the ground!
Big brother, spare my life!
That Little Sun... was following right behind him. Whenever Li Mo moved a step, the Little Sun moved a step.
Squatting on the ground, Li Mo was so aggrieved that tears nearly streamed down his face.
Ever since Brishisan had sent him to the Spirit Tomb, he had first encountered an Ant Flower Shell transformed from a dream demon and been tricked into walking for three days. He was a physically frail mage, okay... Then, just when he finally got to look cool for once, a Fallen Dragon showed up and sent him straight to the Sea of Stars