120 The Lord on the throne?

"Swoosh!"

The two blue balls blasted through the air while swirling around, and they could be seen fusing into one heck of a giant that was as, if not more, disastrous than GhostWalker's ultimate.

The Red-Feathered Knight raised his sword above his head and, a split of a second later, swung it down with such incredible strength that a sharp shockwave was created; the sword and the wind wrapping it sliced into the gigantic mana blast and split it into two perfect halves.

Each was soon to slide past him.

Roy's trump card wouldn't harm him nor move his hair an inch out of their place. Heh. That's what he thought.

But... Roy thought the opposite.

The naughty and devilish smile on his face said it was time for the arrogant knight to suffer.

"Boom!"

As they were moving to his left and right, they destabilized so much that they exploded.

Caught off guard, he suffered the frontal assault of the explosion.