Under the dim sunlight, the rustling sound made by a black shadow rushing at Whittaker with an extremely impressive speed resounded. However, the figure of the black shadow was apparent in his black eyes.
"Mana Wall Formation Activate!" Right when he saw the Three-Clawed cursive Phantom entering the range of the formation, Whittaker activated the formation he had set up with a single thought. He was spiritually connected with the six formation disks and could command them by using thoughts. However, such a method costed a small portion of one soul force unit and could only be utilized by soul masters that were very rare in the awakened continent.
The mana wall designs inscribed on the six formation disks burrowed underground shone in a mesmerizing blue light, and at the same time, the panther pounced at him with all its strength. Its jaw wide opened in hopes of ripping apart his neck in a single snap.
