Bang bang bang...
The sound of explosions, like artillery fire, resounded one after another in the heavenly vault, with a storm of elemental turbulence moving through the sky, almost phantom-like.
All sorts of radiant energies continuously exploded in the sky, like multicolored thunder, making the sky look as if it had been draped with a poorly made neon light.
In the center of the storm, Richard floated silently in the air, like a time-honored mountain, towering and immovable.
No matter the strength or nature of the various light spears and light bombs, whether strong or weak, fast or slow, when they fell upon Richard's body, they all had but one outcome—
Shattered.
As a wizard with physique evolution, his tough skin and thick flesh were his greatest advantages.
Don't be fooled by wizards who always like to use magic shields as a method; that's a habit left over from bullying the natives.
