Another deafening scream joined the chorus as the youth's form suddenly erupted in a blaze.
Just like the youth before, he instantly tried to use mana, but it was completely to no avail. The flames were still scorching and were ravaging his form without pity.
Once again, Atticus moved.
His form slowly and deliberately approached another one of the assailants trying to crawl away on the floor.
Their limbs were completely unusable, and despite the fact that some of them were advanced+ rank, their passive healing abilities weren't nearly enough to heal an injury this severe.
Their unusable limbs made their attempts at crawling away seem like a bunch of fish trying to move on land, pathetic.
As Atticus controlled the air to wrap around the form of the youth, the youth rapidly started speaking before he was even turned around,
