The chill swept toward him, startling the warrior. He had never expected his opponent to cast two spells in such a short time.
And judging by her expression, casting two spells at once was hardly difficult for her.
This was going to be tough.
The warrior's heart sank.
A huge hand formed from ice descended from above and slammed him out of the air, smashing him into the ground.
The warrior felt his blood surge, and even his aura weakened.
He knew he was no match for her, but the fight had already begun. He could not give up, especially with all his teammates watching.
Perhaps he could keep draining her mana. Once she exhausted it, he would have his chance.
Using his exceptional external spiritual power, the warrior kept closing the distance between himself and Jiang Xinran. He made no obvious attacks, but maintained a constant threat.
What he did not know was that he would be no match for Jiang Xinran even at close range.
As a member of a Demon Hunt Squad, he was certainly talented. As a warrior, his external spiritual power was even greater than that of his team's knight.
With nearly eight hundred points of external spiritual power, he was fairly strong among those of his own rank. Even against a sixth-order member of the Demon Race, he could hold his own for a short time. With the help of his equipment, he could sometimes even defeat such opponents.
That was what had given him the confidence to enter the selection tournament.
What he did not know, however, was that despite being a mage, Jiang Xinran had a staggering five thousand points of external spiritual power.
Even in close combat, Jiang Xinran could crush him with that terrifying external spiritual power.
Of course, Jiang