"Flash." The old man quickly reacted, also sensing Herag behind him, but he made no move.
As Herag's fist was about to hit the old man, the old man still did not use any shield, allowing Herag's fist to approach the back of his head.
Although Herag was a bit puzzled, he couldn't stop at this moment.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Herag lunged into thin air; the old man in front of him vanished.
A tremendous wave of magic surged from behind him, and in the next moment, a massive ice cone struck his back.
Herag was knocked to the ground by the ice cone, rolling over several times.
Pain emanated from his back, but it was nothing serious.
Herag's absolute defense and dark armor, along with his formidable constitution, left him almost unscathed.
Climbing to his feet, Herag gazed at the old man in the air and said, "Spatial defense spell?"
"That's right." The old man sneered.
