In the treasure vault, as Owen dove straight towards the ground, Alvin, who had been quietly hiding underground, suddenly felt a heavy sense of danger.
It was as if Owen had seen right through him.
The Green Vine Domain was his best shelter; even a diamond-tier mage would struggle to see through it quickly.
How did this mysterious person see through his position at a glance?
While Alvin was momentarily stunned, Owen's angelic wings whirred like a meat grinder, shredding the approaching vines into pulp and scattering them everywhere.
As Owen got closer to the ground, red killing intent swirled around him, scorching like fire, suffocating Alvin with its oppressive presence.
"What terrifying killing intent!"
Alvin's mind was affected by the killing intent.
Green light surged from his brow, allowing him to recover quickly, not daring to be careless.
He formed intricate hand seals in front of him, chanting ancient words.
