That's what the assassin thought, his gaze fixed on the crimson beam of fire that distorted the very void.
However, the next moment, his expression underwent a drastic transformation.
Just as the arrow was poised to strike, it vanished into thin air, leaving the assassin dumbfounded.
Yet, before he could fully comprehend what had occurred, a searing sensation engulfed him.
Every hair on his body seemed to have burned, and sweat poured from his pores, mingling with the billowing smoke that seemed to cook him alive!
Instinctively, his survival instincts surged forth.
The eyes concealed beneath his black cloak reflected a pattern as he summoned a swirling vortex of wind to form a protective barrier around him.
At that precise moment, the arrow found its mark.
With horrified eyes, the assassin watched as the barrier, which he was so confident on, faltered under the relentless force of the arrow.
