Sande pressed his lips together.
As far as strength was concerned, Doran was just low-level among third-level Wizards. Desperate to make a lethal strike, it was indeed possible that he could kill him. But it was inevitable that Doran would have some special life-saving measures. Sande could tell that much from the process of hunting him. Therefore, if he truly wanted to kill the enemy, there was a high chance of failure, and it might be safer to choose to take away someone else.
But the attack had already been launched, and there was no chance to change course now. He could only give it his all.
Then let him use the last of his life's strength to teach the other a lesson. Even if he couldn't kill him, he would severely wound him, leaving an indelible shadow.
This was for Sofia!
Sande roared in his heart, his body's speed surged, and the black energy condensed into long, fine nails on his fingers, stabbing straight at Doran.
