Michael looked down at Draco. "Now, I know who exactly I need to fight. Thank you."
Draco looked completely flustered. "You… You're crazy! You can't fight against Worcester!"
"That's not for you to decide," Michael said. Then, he raised his hand, letting nature take care of his opponent.
"Let me go! Don't trap me here!" Draco shouted, his words becoming more of a plea as he felt the roots of the environment clamp itself harder on his body.
Michael thought of it as a fitting punishment. This Sanctum Duel wouldn't end until Draco was completely knocked out.
And thankfully, these trees and the environment around Draco would savor the experience of siphoning a Nascent Spirit cultivator's life essence slowly. They would trap him here, draining his life hellishly. And he couldn't do anything to stop it.
