Welsh felt an unusual air fluctuation.
When the attack came, he released an intermediate defensive spell.
Wind Wall!
The Wind Wall used magic energy to form a solid wind wall around the caster's body to resist physical attacks.
Bang!
The sound of a hard object hitting.
Five meters in front of him, a warrior dressed in black appeared and stared at him vigilantly.
It was obvious that he did not expect to miss.
If it were any other ordinary warrior, they would definitely not have been able to block this attack.
They would most likely die on the spot, but Welsh was different. He was a mage and had a sharp soul perception.
No movement in the surroundings could escape his perception, not even the mere rustling of leaves in the blowing wind.
The person's face was covered with a black cloth and he held a sharp dagger in his hand.
He looked at Welsh in surprise and asked, "What kind of skill is this!"
