CHAPTER 939
The moment they realized they held the advantage, the soldiers surrounding Greg surged forward with renewed determination.
Strings wrapped around the hands of several mages, while the earth cracked and snaked around Greg's feet in an attempt to bind him.
Their relative speed wasn't something he found particularly threatening; consequently, Greg merely smirked with a focused gaze.
He cast a rapid scan toward the sky, spotting Raze's wind bird strategically positioned to maintain a full 360-degree view of the shifting battlefield.
Then—
Bang—!
Greg lunged forward with such rapid velocity that he appeared before his attackers within a single heartbeat.
A massive earth spike whistled toward his face with deadly speed.
Leaning his head to the side, he avoided the projectile, snatched it mid-air, and hurled it back at the sender.
Tchaaak—!
The momentum of the throw was immense, leaving the mage who had cast the spell no time to evade.
