Looking at the airwaves spreading around, Locke's eyes darkened slightly. With a wave of his hand, an enchanted barrier was formed around him, separating him from all the damage and magical fluctuation.
Soon, the fire was gone and Locke saw an old man with a beard. The old man wore a white ragged robe and looked extremely embarrassed. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Locke.
Locke's eyes darkened slightly, and there was a trace of divine power on his fist. His figure moved, turning into an afterimage and smashing towards the old man.
There was a flash of surprise in the old man's eyes.
Arrows made of flames condensed in front of him and stabbed directly at Locke.
The arrows whizzed in the air and reached Locke in a blink of an eye.
However, seeing that his attack was about to hit Locke, the old man's face did not relax much.
Boom!
The powerful arrows pierced through Locke's body and hit the enchanted barrier made by Locke.