Amon's body was soaked in sweat since he had been moving at high speed non-stop. Yet, he was grinning. In this world, aether reserve was more important than stamina. He could use his aether to recharge his stamina, allowing him to persist on this high-speed dodge indefinitely as long as he still had aether.
His opponent, on the other hand, had been executing arcane art continuously. Wei Lhosa's face was starting to become pale.
Wei Lhosa himself could feel his aether reserve drained. He couldn't afford to continue shooting the Stone Pellet. He had been hoping Amon to make a mistake or hoping his shot to score a lucky hit. But after this long, he had to accept the bitter fact. His opponent was not someone that could be defeated by simply hoping.
Yet, his pride couldn't accept that his opponent was a better fighter. He gritted his teeth. This was a do-or-die situation, he decided to throw caution to the wind.
