Third Ancestor Duke Rashar faced the dazzling sun.
His expression shifted from initial shock to gradually become one of anger and dissatisfaction.
Without waiting for Rashar to react, the four members of the Great Demon Clan had already seized the opportunity to attack.
Pranay's eyes dissipated with silvery mist, seeing through every intricacy of Rashar's spellcasting, predicting in advance and directing the Great Demon Clan to launch precise attacks.
Sinola's counter-spells entwined like a spider's web around the half-constructed magic of Rashar, dissolving it one by one.
The speed of Rashar's spellcasting sharply slowed, becoming erratic and unstable.
"Please have a seat, leave the rest to us."
Antanas stayed right beside Lanci, weaving a translucent chair out of magic power for him.
"Antanas, you really are a useful demon."
Lanci complimented Antanas.
"Ehehe."
Antanas, not knowing why Lanci praised her, was still happily scratching the back of her head.
