Chapter 268 - Round-Robin
Gryffindor’s complexion was extremely pale. The last Pyroblast not only broke his Water Shield, but also created a serious impact on his body. His left arm was left hanging weakly before his chest, while his delicate robe had long been burnt to ashes. If not for his right hand that was still gripping tightly onto his staff, no one would be able to tell that the young man who was looking like a beggar was still the top mage of Felan a minute ago…
Even Gryffindor could not help but admit that he was in an extremely messy situation. His left arm had been fractured by the Pyroblast. Any bit of movement was enough to inflict excruciating pain. The skin on his chest suffered a very serious burn, and every breath he drew brought him agony. Other than these, he also had countless wounds of different sizes…
Gryffindor was very clear of the impact of the Pyroblast. If he did not have the Water Shield to absorb those attacks, as well as the protection from the four master-level mageweaths established by Aldwin, he would have turned into ashes after being hit by the first Pyroblast.
And, those were not the worst…
To Gryffindor, the depletion of mana was the most terrible thing that could happen. In fact, he still could not believe how that Felic fella could drain his mana with 60 Pyroblasts.
What the h*ll, is that bastard still human?
Gryffindor was not the only one in disbelief. Everyone was shocked when Lin Li shattered the Water Shield with his Pyroblasts. They were all discussing the 60 Pyroblasts as well as the young Archmage. Even the other people who knew Lin Li personally—like Macklin—couldn’t help but rub their hands in anticipation.