80 The Destruction of the Golden Cloud Temple

Fettney said in a clear voice, "I never thought that there would be a powerful mage like you in this Old World. I am Fettney, a disciple of the Golden Cloud Temple. Greetings, Senior."

As he spoke, he bowed slightly to show his respect. At a time like this, he had to admit defeat. He did not want to be crushed to death by a single spell.

No one knew how many spells he could take, so he should be able to hold on for a few more seconds but he didn't dare to gamble.

Thinking of how he'd made a fool of himself if Frank of the White Moon Palace saw it, he'd be very depressed.

He'd definitely come to the Old World this time because he didn't look at his luck.

He'd thought that his words would make the behind-the-scenes archmage feel some fear, but he'd never imagined that something like this would happen.

The gray-robed figure raised his staff and chanted an incantation.

Kacha...