He stared blankly, feeling as if the man was writhing all over, lacking any human shape, rather like a black ocean about to erupt in a tsunami towards him.
The figure's face turned pale, his soul suffering some unknown shock, his head felt like it was pierced by countless steel needles causing intense pain, even the magic in his hand that was about to be activated became extremely dim,
"Ahhhh!"
He screamed, quickly attracting the attention of his other companions.
"Kappen!"
In the distance, another person who had said "quick, use magic" earlier swiftly approached Fisher, seeming to hold some kind of silver-glimmering sharp weapon in his hand.
But Fisher didn't even look at him, he just shook the hook lock in his hand, and it crashed towards the approaching figure like a mountain. He hurriedly raised his weapon to block, but was unable to resist the great force and was smashed backwards into the woods, several trees breaking with him.
"Crack crack crack!"
