Bairon kicked out, charging straight towards Darwin.
"Idiot." Darwin Padorn, his face smeared with blood, sneered coldly.
Despite Bairon descending from above, potentially harnessing a greater release of power, Darwin was not the least bit concerned.
Because for the one descending, while the force might indeed be stronger, the ability to adjust one's body would become significantly impaired.
As Bairon was about to land on him, Darwin executed a swift roll to the side, avoiding him by a clear two meters.
Bairon missed, his foot finding only air.
Now!
A ferocious grin spread across Darwin's face as he snapped his fingers.
Snap—
Bairon felt his blood turn leaden, his movements becoming laboriously sluggish.
"Die!" Darwin bellowed, seizing a broken log and swinging it horizontally towards Bairon.
From her vantage point on the tree trunk, Elizabeth's face turned ashen at the sight.
Ice Blast—
