Orson's gaze turned cold. Activating Whisper of the Wind, he launched a rapid barrage of Chaos Magic Balls.
Critical Hit - 400,000!
Critical Hit - 410,000!
…
A gleam flashed in Orson's eyes.
The critical damage had clearly been nerfed to some extent, but as long as the shadow took damage, it meant this projection could be killed!
The Crimson Lizard King twirled midair, circling around Vortigon's body, allowing Orson to rain down fire from a distance.
Its blood-red eyes swept the surroundings, constantly vigilant for the encroaching thunderclouds. It dispersed the lightning with bursts of dragon breath.
Orson wildly swung his Supreme Arcane Blade, unleashing nine basic attacks per second. Chaos Magic Balls exploded one after another on the shadow's body.
Before long, Vortigon's shadow dropped to 51% HP. Orson nodded to himself.
So even a Forbidden Curse isn't flawless. The place that looks the most dangerous might actually be the safest.
