But there was only a chance, because compared to the reaction of these vulgar fellows, the man in black was evidently quicker.
His gaze was fierce, fixated on the person trying to escape, yet he did not move immediately. He retracted his hand into a palm, made a few gestures, and then aimed at the person's back.
The mana in his palm fluctuated rapidly, a surge of highly concentrated mana spilled out and formed into a shape. Accompanying his movements, an ice spike made of mana appeared in his palm, and then shot towards the man's back like a bullet.
The man only felt a severe pain in his back, followed by his chest. His originally fast pace uncontrollably slowed down, from running to walking, then stumbled and fell after a few steps.
He tried to scream, but he could not make any sound at all, opening his mouth in vain as blood spilled from the corners.
