บท 873: Bloodline Order

If Osian was a colossal mountain before, he became a sharp spear after assuming his stance. A ferocious expression appeared on his face as his muscles seemed to rest in their optimal state, ready to strike together.

Flashing through Lyle's mind were the countless possibilities of his death. One wrong step, or one rash decision, was all it took for Lyle to die. The man in front of him has transcended the realms of men and reached a state of semi-omnipotence.

"It seems you are sharp enough not to rush forward," said Osian with a grin covered by his beard. "If so, then I shall take the first step. Time is valuable, right?"

The old man's muscles contracted, and mana gathered around him in a whirlpool. Joseph stole mana, but his control was flimsy, using it like a kid wielding a knife. However, that same knife turned into a world-ending weapon in the hands of martial experts like Osian.