"[Flame Sweep]!" Alex's chilling voice slowly sounded out.
Following his declaration, a tiny spark existed from Alex's hand. This spark seemed so insignificant and feeble, that a gentle wind could blow it out. Leaving Alex's hand, it slowly floated along towards the Formician swarm.
However, Alex who had cast this spell was profusely sweating with a pale face. His body seemed so drained of energy that his hands faintly shook and his body quivered.
"What the fu*k?" one of the awakened, floating behind Alex muttered while feeling appalled.
'Even my fart would be stronger than that. Is this all he's got?' the man thought with disdain. Alex's dominant image had utterly collapsed.
Anya ignored the man's remark and neared Alex. Using her hands to support his wobbling body, she asked.
"You're starting off with 'that'?"
Flashing a smile, Alex replied while feeling relaxed: "Exactly. I'm using 'that'."
