Lin Li's face paled as the Rage of the Natural Disaster started…
That was right, while he was aware that this was a trap, he never would have thought that it would be so powerful. Hell, so what if he once stayed a week at the Shadowglen, so what if he knew the unmatched Necromancer Sendros, and so what if he was once mistaken for some Immortal King? This Rage of the Natural Disaster was level-18. Not even in his wildest imagination did he think he would one day be faced with such terrifying Necromagic.
The effect of the magic suppression only lasted a second before it was engulfed by the wild spread of darkness.
However, this second was incomparably precious to Lin Li.
A single second was neither long nor short, yet it was sufficient for Lin Li to release a sliver of mana and activate the Brand Of Dusk on his finger.
