Fang Zhen suffered no real effects from the Mind Control Magic.
His interrupt ability and the Anti-Thorn Ring activated simultaneously, foiling the opposing Mage's surprise magical attack.
"Argh!"
The young Mage, who had just shot Fang Zhen an eerie smile, screamed. He clutched his head and doubled over, spinning on the spot as if overcome with vertigo, crying out in agony.
Under the effects of the Anti-Thorn Ring, it was as if the young Mage's head had been wrapped in sharp thorns, causing him unbearable pain.
Fang Zhen was the fastest to react in the meeting room. In an instant, the spectral image of a Desert Viper Handgun appeared in his hand and rapidly solidified into a real weapon.
He raised his hand and fired, sending three quick shots toward the Mage closest to him.
It was the middle-aged one, who looked to be in his forties.
