บท 143: The True Strength of the Monstrous Duke Asvold!

"Whoosh!" Abruptly, a tiny speck manifested in the southward breeze, hurtling toward the quartet at an astounding velocity.

"What's that?" Don squinted, halting the formation alongside the three cloaked individuals.

Simultaneously, the trio of cloaked figures fixed their gazes in the indicated direction, observing the rapidly advancing black speck.

Yet, amid their puzzlement and the nearing dot, an incredibly intense surge in temperature erupted, akin to the air enveloping them being subjected to searing flames.

"Damn it! What's happening!" Don's forehead beaded with sweat, his breath growing labored as the soaring temperature seemingly depleted the oxygen in his surroundings.

Not solely Don, but the trio shrouded in robes experienced identical sensations, their perplexity mirroring Don's own.

"Boom!"

Abruptly, the black dot suspended for an instant before an immense tornado of flames materialized from its location.