"The more power one possesses, the less one can see oneself.
You have an extreme reliance on the abilities you've gained from him, which will lead you to defeat."
With a stern face, Sol Rott calmly said,
"If you won't cry until you see the coffin, I'll bring the coffin over for you to see."
Tightly clenching his fists, black flames erupted from Sol Rott's palms, climbing up his shoulders and covering his entire body.
Lutrola Doron concentrated, gathering magic power within to create magic similar to Sol Rott's attack.
With a vibration of his wings, Lutrola Doron didn't wait for Sol Lott to strike; he seized the initiative, transforming into a white light and charging towards Sol Rott.
Sol Rott was unhurried, transforming into a black light and charging out.
