Max's expression grew increasingly desperate as he watched Mark advance through the air. Each step he took seemed deliberate, his presence radiating a suffocating pressure that pressed down on everyone around him.
'Damn, I can't even sense the Space Anchor I placed in the Great Ruler Empire of because of the space lock Mark put in.' Max thought depressingly.
"Stand back," Lady Divine commanded solemnly. Her voice was calm but carried the weight of finality. Mana surged violently from her body, weaving into countless streams that coalesced into glowing runes. They burned with divine brilliance, spinning around her as though answering her will.
Mark's smile widened at the sight. "Isabella, you should know by now that your attacks cannot hurt me," he said mockingly. His tone was almost playful, but his eyes glimmered with cold amusement.
