Right before he smashed into the ground, Cain regained control of his body and the manab flow within it.
A deep breath escaped from his lungs as he let the mana with him boil and churn as he shot right back into the sky.
Standing with the clouds, Abaloth's brows twitched.
'A resilient roach.'
He stretched a hand forward, words of a profane incantation Rollin off his devilish lips.
The Magic Wheel behind him turned again.
Thousands of invincible spatial blades filled the sky before shooting down towards the ground.
His head still hazy from losing so much blood, Cain felt his vision swimming.
So he closed his eyes.
And opened his other eyes.
The {Beholder's Eye} is a special magic skill that let him see everything.
Even the tiny Spatial blades were laid bare before him.
However, there were just too many of them. If he tried to dodge, he would only end up getting sliced into ribbons again.
