The invitation

"Mage's disjunction!"

As he heard this clear and cold voice, Zhao Xu could almost see the mysterious man's face turn a little paler.

However, at this moment, the snowflakes on the ground behind the other party also rose at the same time.

The snowflakes moved without any wind, and they slowly gathered together as if they were stepped on by someone, forming a snow-white " barrier ".

However, the position of the snow wall was very strange. It was not between the two of them, but just right behind the mysterious man.

"it's me." The mysterious man wiped the cold sweat off his forehead when he realized that Antonya had stopped casting any more spells.

It was only then that Zhao Xu started to take a closer look at her.

This mysterious man looked young and handsome, and he seemed to be in high spirits.