To maximize the power, he gave up the compound magic singing provided by the strong attack belt.
Green and red magic arrays emerged above Andrew's head.
The old mage like Nicholas had already recognized Andrew's magic from the magic array.
"Andrew, are you crazy? You can't use this magic with your current ability!" Nicholas shouted.
However, Andrew didn't give up.
The cold air in his palm condensed crazily.
The fire around his body seemed to have been sucked out and poured into the cold air.
The magic power of the ice and fire was compressed at an astonishing concentration.
It was hard to imagine that Andrew could compress magic power to such an extent.
But the price was also very high.
Andrew's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose began to bleed soon.
This was a sign that one's body couldn't withstand the strong magic.
"Stop, Andrew!"
Nicholas wanted to stop him, but Jo and Signa had already attacked him from both sides.