Iscandar's eyes narrowed as he observed the situation unfolding. The angels, now under Avargan's temporary control, moved with mechanical precision, their reluctance evident in their slow and deliberate actions.
The golden beam that struck one of them had little effect, emphasizing the difference in power between Iscandar and the angels. That was not just a random attack, in fact, Iscandar had poured quite some mana into it, and yet, he was unable to even scratch the angel.
Even when he was only using his aura, he was able to easily defend against all attacks that Avargan, who was the same tier as him, and yet, when using a powerful attack that he was certain would have seriously injured or even killed Avargan, he did nothing to the angel.
Ding!
[ The system has noticed a problem. ]
Ding!
