"Retreat!"
Raine's combat power completely shocked Talin Association President Osber.
Osber pressed his left hand to his forehead. Though he had just taken less than ten percent of the total damage, the sheer magnitude still left him lightly injured; right now his head felt like it was splitting open.
Not knowing the true depth of the enemy's strength, as a Legendary High Tier caster, he naturally wouldn't choose to stay and fight a battle he wasn't sure of winning.
Raine quickly glanced at the four identical Balrog Flame Demon icons in his sixteen-slot bag. Joy flashed in his heart as he immediately looked at Osber and said calmly:
"Leaving already?"
Swish—before the words had even fallen, Raine charged at Osber at extreme speed.
He had just checked: there were still five seconds left on Emperor's Hammer's thirty-second burst. Of course he had to squeeze every drop out of it.
