Fighting With Sorcery (5)

In fact, the two of them were not wrong; Ji Fengyan's provocative words had utterly enraged Duan Muxi. Green veins bulged across his wrinkled face as he raised his magic staff. He started chanting a sacred-level curse. Strong winds blew from all directions towards his staff as the powerful force of the light-based sorcery stirred.

Ji Fengyan stared at the rapidly chanting Duan Muxi and said nonchalantly, "So slow."

The old man and burly man nearly puked blood.

Slow?

Duan Muxi's chanting speed was already the fastest among the sorcerers!

But…

Without waiting for Duan Muxi to finish his incantations, Ji Fengyan lit up a second talisman with a light touch of her finger.

As the talisman burned, a silver lightning bolt descended from the sky and headed directly towards the chanting Duan Muxi.

A sorcerer was at his weakest during an incantation. And the speed of that lightning bolt was way faster than anyone could react.