Just as Senior Brother Qian uttered the last syllable, a huge vortex of magical power hovered above his head. The disaster was about to arrive.
Just as Senior Brother Qian finished chanting the last syllable, a silver light directly went past his shoulders and pierced through the high-grade magical core on his staff!
With a crisp cracking sound, the magical core on the staff in Senior Brother Qian's hand was instantly shattered into pieces…
The dark blue magical core turned into a crystal in an instant. Under the light of the flames, it flickered with a beautiful yet despairing light.
The staff that was used to cast magic was destroyed at the last second and the magical power lost control in an instant. The vortex above Senior Brother Qian's head suddenly gathered together and smashed towards his head at a strange speed.
Magical backlash!!
