The Mana inside burst out of his body like a raging volcano, converting all of it into spatial energy once outside.
It was no spatial freezes.
Instead, he was directing all the spatial energy into a single point; it was a theoretical concept, but now he had to bring it into reality. Because if he didn't, he would die.
The space ahead wavered, pulling tighter and tighter as if reality itself was being forced into the eye of a needle.
Despite the blinding light, he kept his unwavering eyes open; all of his around 2000 mana was finished in just a second. He quickly took out two potions and gulped them down, without caring about the consequences, while never stopping his spatial energy to try to break that singular point. The thick, bitter liquid burned down his throat, leaving a sharp tang of herbs and metal on his tongue.
