Inside the magical arena's array.
A flash of light passed, and Sabellia reappeared.
"You've finally returned!"
Daxiong immediately appeared, arrogantly strutting.
But Sabellia seemed not yet to have snapped back to reality.
He was still immersed in a few seconds ago.
He was full of vigor, recounting the ancient stories eloquently.
Surrounding him were faces listening intently and eyes filled with reverence.
Yet in the blink of an eye, he became a humiliated prisoner at someone's feet.
He still remembered his last moments of attempting compromise, but the human didn't give him any attention at all.
Looking at the fist close at hand, Sabellia for the first time did not harbor thoughts of resistance.
It might as well be the end.
Unfortunately, even dying was wishful thinking now.
He just stood there dumbly, like a statue.
In this way, Daxiong found himself unable to continue his attack.
"Aren't you going to dodge?" he asked dubiously.
