Within the short time of preparation to defend himself, God of Magic created a huge barrier. The barrier was made of a transparent force that also redirected the attack Lucas made. And with it, God of Magic protected himself.
God of Magic made a smug face and then spat on Lucas's front. He then lowered his position and then mocked him.
"Is this the only thing your cultivation could do? You are still not a master of its mystical arts. Your cultivation is puny without your connection to the core."
Lucas's face turned sour as his eyes dilated from what he had heard.
What was that? He thought of it and his mind went to contemplating it. He didn't know how he should view it, but he was starting to see it from different angles.
His magic was just a connection with his core... Even though he could do them with his Magique Qi, it didn't mean that he registered them as mystical arts. He was fixed on the idea that his magic worked with his Magique Qi.
