"You sure have the same stubbornness as Benny."
Lanni spoke indifferently.
Ronan couldn't help but laugh, "To those unaware, they would think it was Benny who got beaten down many times, not you."
Lanni's expression stiffened, and in the next instant, a violent surge of murderous intent erupted from his grey eyes.
"Delayed sand!"
Rune patterns in Lanni's grey eyes lit up.
He coldly uttered, belting out a terrifying spiritual power belonging to an Intermediate Level 2 Stage Wizard, along with the power of the Extraordinary Magic Domain surrounding him, diffusing outwards.
Instinctively, Ronan crossed his dual swords in his hands, wreathed in the blazing Flame of Break Magic in front of him.
"Huh—"
As the spiritual field and the magic domain force field enveloped him, Ronan felt as if he was directly being blasted by a fierce sandstorm.
"Creak, creak—"
The Despair Domain that he released at the center emitted a sound of unbearable cracking.
