Off to the side, when Francis witnessed the scene before him, his heart instantly leapt into his throat.
That mysterious man's attacks blurred the line between illusion and reality, and his mastery over elemental magic had already reached the level of perfection.
This could only mean one thing: the man's strength was at least tier-platinum.
He was a formidable foe.
Just as Francis was about to drag his exhausted body up to help, a sudden explosion thundered from the spot where Alan and the man were fighting.
A massive cloud of dust erupted upward, shaking the earth. The raging winds, which had previously only stirred up fallen leaves, now swept the dust into the sky as well.
Moments later, a figure shot out from the cloud at high speed. It didn't look voluntary—more like someone had blasted him away.
Francis narrowed his eyes and saw that the figure was not Alan, but the mysterious man!
Across the man's chest, a savage gash half a meter long was clearly visible, oozing blood.
