Adam's lips quivered as he scrutinised Ye Feng's unscathed muscles. The elements flowed down his taut skin like soft water rather than destructive forces, unable to damage it.
Time. No matter how, he had to buy time until Xian Yunxu returned with the guardians. Hopefully, Ye Feng was still inside the abomination.
His fingers tightened around his sword, his eyes narrowing. "Fool! The cursed powers you're playing with are beyond your control. Wake up! Wake up and discard that demonic artifact while you still can, or you'll become what Prometheus died to repel: a threat to humanity much worse than the magus!"
A sinister sneer and an accusing finger answered his justified concerns.
"Don't speak Prometheus' name with your foul mouth, magus spawn. I prepared my entire life for this moment, all to behead your real body."
