"Buzz!"
But in the next second, an arrow wrapped in the storm abruptly pierced through everything about the Magic, heading straight for Fisher's face.
The fierce wind blew his black hair into disarray; he stomped the ground forcefully, spinning like a top in mid-air for seven hundred and twenty degrees. But just as he turned to face the ground, a terrifying shadow instantly appeared before him—it was Agares, grinning sinisterly.
She still wore her somewhat nerdy-looking black-framed glasses, petite in stature, but her two hands seemed to be propelled by the power of life chaos, moving as swiftly as Thunder, targeting Fisher's spine and lower body.
And in the dust ahead, Barbatos was rushing over, clutching a bow and arrow.
They wanted to knock him unconscious but not kill him outright.
Fisher read their intentions at this moment, for he could feel they weren't hitting with full force, not like Master Tao who wanted to put them in Dead Land with all his might.
