If he was determined to attack, he would not hesitate.
Nothing could stop him, even if he tumbled in the mud multiple times, he would struggle to stand up with his faltering body.
"Is it not over yet? Ladies, you are all standing there watching a play, aren't you? Get to action!"
He yelled like a hungry hound, and at this point, he and his lackeys were surrounding Violet.
Yet, even at this moment, not a speck of mud stained her.
No matter how she moved, an invisible force repelled the splashed-up mud from the ground where her feet landed.
The wizard was meticulous in controlling it all.
Upon receiving orders from their leader, his minions were initially terrified by the lightning falling from the sky.
But seeing that the lightning didn't kill their leader, and with so many of them around, it didn't necessarily mean the lightning would strike them.
So they roared on, brandishing their weapons.
Violet shook her head reluctantly and spoke in a regretful tone.
