A Desperate Counterattack
Steffan's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
His scalp went numb.
Every instinct in his body screamed the same warning.
"Ahhh!!!"
Realizing Julian D'Aurelius's intention, Steffan let out a furious roar and instinctively tried to throw himself backward.
Unfortunately, the Chaos Mirage Mist still had effect on his body. As soon as his mind told him to retreat, his body acted against his command and lunged forward instead. "Slash!
Julian's dagger cut through the air like a silver ray of light.
Its point narrowly missed Steffan's manhood, digging into the side of his lower abdomen instead. A soft "thud" sound echoed in the large hall. The dagger pierced into the flesh but not too deep. Steffan gathered his true energy to defend with his body to prevent further damage as the dagger embedded on his lower abdomen just shallowly.
Currently peak gold realm, he had defenses unlike anything a weakling had.
