Chương 478: The Plan

As the lanky hunter finished cleaving through the golems of mud and stone, the Dragonheart snapped his fingers with magical intent.

Leaves were parted like buzzing flies, scattering as the air secluded itself from the immediate area of the hunter. Complete stagnation came to that spherical zone, caught within a perimeter of a few meters as the harken froze in place.

"Hyuuu—"

As rare as a shining diamond, noise left the hostile elf's throat as he suffocated. There was always the same response that the caster could predict when using the oxygen-depriving spell: when one completely lost their breath, they would always freeze and panic, however—

The harken bolted forward, deprived of oxygen, yet forcing his body forth like a starved beast, only moved by the instinct to "kill."