While Ryne was refining his mana reaching closer and closer to his breakthrough, within the left opening's third layer, a haggard-looking old man was heaving and panting furiously.
His robe was torn at various places, exposing his shriveled skin with a rotten stench coming out of it.
PAT!
Like a mortal from a village, he furiously clapped a couple of flies to death and rejoiced in his small victory, but the remaining thousands of flies weren't about to let him go without avenging their fallen comrades.
And like this, he kept on clapping flies to death to save his mana. Occasionally, he would cast a wide range of Grade-2 or Grade-3 fire mana spell to burn as many flies to death as he could, but since his primary element was the 'Earth' element, the effectiveness of his fire magic spells was only a fraction of what it should be.
