Black mana shot out from all directions and every object as Ryan felt his own shadow tightening around his limbs, suffocating him.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"
He cried out loud, his mana bursting forth in Ryan's direction like an unstoppable tsunami. Opening its mouth, the illusory tentacles shot in his direction at a terrifying speed.
"Stay back, Ryan."
Andrew stepped forward and threw a regular palm in the direction of the tentacles. Though the palm looked like an ordinary attack, it was anything but that.
Moments before it came into contact with the black tentacles, which was a tangible reflection of Astin's madness. Andrew's shadow wrapped around his figure. However, he blurred his form, allowing him to exist simultaneously in two states: visible and invisible. His presence wavered like a ghost, making it hard for Astin to lock onto his position.
