The white-robed figure grew increasingly anxious, cold sweat soaking through his long robe. He could clearly sense the golden figure's increasingly fierce offensive, each move carrying a force like a landslide, and if this continued, he would eventually be completely defeated by the golden figure.
"No, I can't just fail like this. I've painstakingly planned for so long, I absolutely cannot let it be ruined!" the white-robed figure thought to himself, a hint of madness and determination flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he stopped his chaotic attacks and swiftly retreated several steps, clasped his hands together, and began chanting, the spell sounding like a howl from Hell, carrying endless evil and resentment.
