Chapitre 682: Thanks

With the entire room enveloped in black flames, the furniture began to burn while the energy membrane of the assassins at the Prismar stage was slowly evaporating.

Meanwhile, the fastest Prismar stage assassins had already emerged in front of him owing to their high speed.

There were burns on his face, but ignoring this, the Devir, whose wings were melting, lashed out with the long spear he was tightly holding, targeting Jason's chest.

Because the flames Jason released were searing hot with numerous tiny black fire needles behind the young man, the Devir expected Jason's entire focus to be on his affinity.

Thus, he had been confident to finish off Jason, clearly overestimating his own capabilities.

Unfortunately, that was not the case for the Devir assassin. Jason's eyes gleamed lightly before he muttered,

"I can still move, idiot!"