...
Beckman snorted coldly at those words.
In an instant,
a pitch-black knife appeared in his hand.
His movements were as fast as lightning; in the blink of an eye, the knife was already pressed against Hibbert's lower jaw, with a gesture as if thrusting it deeper.
But soon,
a look of surprise surfaced on his face.
He realized that no matter how hard he pushed, there seemed to be a strong force resisting the tip of the knife from moving forward.
And as time passed,
that resistance even spread from the tip to the handle, and up to his wrist.
Arcane Flames flickered on the back of his hand, and mysterious lightning kept building up.
In two to three seconds,
intense sensations of burning and numbness surged over.
If it had been an ordinary person,
that hand might have been rendered useless!
Beckman frowned and slowly relaxed the force pushing the knife forward, but the flames and lightning did not cease; instead, they followed him and struck.
