"The distance between you and me is less than ten feet."
The Shura metal monk lowered his head and examined the small man in white. The man's height only reached his chest.
"Other than the demons, in the third stage realm, any system that is within three meters of a martial artist will die without a doubt." He looked disdainfully at the white-robed sorcerer, and his thick lips curled up.
At this distance, even if the other party wanted to teleport away, he could interrupt it in advance.
As for protective magical equipment, in the eyes of a third grade Vajra, other than a few carved on the city wall, he could not break the city's protective formation formed by countless small interlocking formations.
The formations engraved on the magical artifacts were limited by their size and material, so they could not block his Iron Fists.
Even if it was a magic treasure like the stupa Pagoda, it was too late.