Orrin's spell recitation became faster and faster. The surging magical elements were frantically trying to break from the spell. It was like flood waters rushing against a dam.
This was a real gamble as Orrin was wagering his life against a level-12 magical beast.
At this instance, everybody's hearts were held in suspense. They watched Orrin chanting his spell recitation hastily while the Fantama Panthera rushed towards him like an arrow.
The Fantama Panthera would turn into ashes if he were victorious.
Should he lose, his chest would be torn apart by sharp claws.
Yet at this point, the levitating Macklin raised his magic staff.
And then… this gamble was brazenly halted by him.
Two blue water curtains, one each for the human and the leopard.
Within the rippling lights of the curtain, time seemed to stand still.