Ch 57: The Tyrant’s Return

"This is absolutely impossible!"

The dark magician's voice trembled as he stared at the dissipated remains of his Hellfire spell.

His body swayed unsteadily, drained from the sheer amount of mana the spell had consumed.

The attack hadn't just drained his reserves… it had completely depleted his very essence.

Hellfire, a top-tier eighth-circle spell, capable of reducing cities to ashes, had been crushed.

And not by another equally powerful spell, but by a single, small, flickering black flame.

The sight before him was absurd, inconceivable.

He refused to believe it.

But his denial didn't last long.

"Oi, mage."

The boy's calm yet sharp voice cut through the suffocating silence.

Ye Tian stood there, his tattered clothes fluttering in the faint breeze.

He dusted off his hands and cocked his head, his cold gaze piercing through the magician's already broken confidence.