'What just happened?! How did my attack become so weak?! He didn't even try to destroy it! This is unbelievable!' Archbishop Gregor shouted in his mind, utterly in disbelief.
His thoughts became chaotic. His most powerful sneak attack hadn't worked on Yuan—something that had never happened before in his entire life.
No one had ever escaped death from that attack—not even the most powerful Magic Knights in existence.
And yet today, not only did Yuan survive, but he also remained unscathed. Archbishop Gregor had used fifty percent of his mana reserve, and it hadn't even left a scratch.
'This cannot be happening…! There's no way my Holy Magic is this weak! What the hell is his body made of?! He's not even wearing any armor or anti-magic artifacts!'
