In the dim world of Hell.
Alan's figure darted and shifted constantly, evading the attacks of a tier-bronze early-stage stone golem.
Though his current level was only tier-iron level 7, his soul had undergone a qualitative transformation.
Each time the golem channeled its mana, he could intuitively sense its attack trajectory, allowing him to activate defensive spells and dodge in advance.
While his movements appeared somewhat clumsy, he managed to hold his ground amidst the golem's powerful strikes.
As he gradually tried to multitask, drawing on the surrounding power of mana, his disadvantaged position slowly began to reverse.
Alan's combat strength was formidable, and with his soul drawing magic from the air, he was able to launch unexpected assaults.
The mindless stone golem gradually fell into Alan's rhythm.
"Fireball!"
Dodging another powerful blow from the golem, Alan's gaze sharpened.