In front of the scepter, a vortex-like aura condensed, so intense that it seemed to vacuum the air around it, creating a terrifying spectacle.
Alexander's eyes narrowed slightly as he took a step back.
The Arathar before him might only have a remnant of consciousness, but his level was close to 5000. His strike was not to be underestimated.
Arathar looked at Alexander, his expression indifferent.
In his eyes, Alexander was less significant than an ant.
"Boom..."
The next second, the vortex in front of the scepter exploded violently, sending a towering aura sweeping towards Alexander.
The distance between Alexander and Arathar was perilously close, leaving little room to dodge.
But Alexander did not think of dodging.
He crossed his arms in front of him, and a strong golden glow emanated from his forearms.
"This is..."
