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This sudden attack caught Angel completely off guard. By the time he reacted, the attack had already reached his face, and everything before him had turned dark.
Angel's body hadn't even had the chance to respond, with only his pupils contracting slightly.
In this critical moment, the gentle breeze barrier surrounding Angel suddenly seemed to be infused with new life. The breeze ceased, a hurricane arrived, and the dark light, upon reaching Angel's face, was as if a shell had hit a thick layer of rubber; it could bend, but it could not advance any further.
"On my own turf, you dare to attack an emissary of Odeclass," Fafnir's cold voice suddenly echoed in his ears.
Only then did Angel feel that everything around him had resumed moving, his heartbeat returned to normal, the quietness in his ears was replaced once again by a cacophony of sounds, and his somewhat blurry vision also became much clearer.
He raised his head and looked towards Fafnir, not far away.
