Samael wasted no more words. He suddenly raised his hands, making a grasping motion in front of his chest.
"Grip of Death!"
The space around Ian instantly solidified. An immense, invisible force pressed in from all directions, as if trying to crush him.
Ian snorted. He pushed his Furnace Body Tempering Skill to its limits, and the Jade-like Radiance under his skin flared brightly.
With a low roar, he forcefully pushed his arms outward!
CRACK!
With a sound like shattering glass, the invisible, crushing force was brutally pried open.
Ian kicked off the ground, shooting sideways like a cannonball. At the same time, he swung his right hand backward.
A dark, fist-sized sphere, the light within it collapsing slightly, flew silently toward Samael.
The Gravity Collapse Ball!
The hairs on Samael's arms stood on end. He had inspected the scene of Cold Crow's death and knew one of Ian's Witchcraft techniques was incredibly powerful. He didn't dare to take it head-on.
