At one moment, it's a pure energy clash, the next it turns into mist creeping on each other, then it condenses into various forms for collision... completely unpredictable what the next move will be.
If an ordinary person were to come here, they would probably be tortured to death in an instant...
The battle is extremely fierce, with dozens of clashes in just a few breaths, the consumption is also outrageous.
In just a couple of minutes, the aura emanating from the wraith can be noticeably felt to be declining.
While the Shadow of the Mist, with its massive energy reserves, becomes even more ferocious at this moment.
With the ebb and flow, the Shadow of the Mist begins to gain the upper hand.
Realizing the situation is not in its favor.
The wraith suddenly crashes into the Shadow of the Mist, transforming into a ball of condensed black mist, charging towards Lear.
One can sense its monstrous resentment and hatred.
"No one can take my manor... no one!!"
