The Skills That Flanders Had His Eyes on Would Not Be Able to Escape

Although Quentin did not know exactly what kind of strange abilities the scarecrow in front of him had, this did not delay him from adding a magic shield to himself.

Seeing that Quentin had put a magic shield on himself, Flanders was unhappy. He had his eyes on Quentin's destructive Domain skill.

"Ha! Damn fatty, don't be afraid. I'm very gentle!"

Quentin hated it the most when people called him a fatty. For a moment, he was burning with anger.

"You're dead meat, you rotten scarecrow. My name is Quentin, not fatty!"

"The last one who said I was fatty was tortured by me for seven days and seven nights. I'll subdue you, strange creature."

After Quentin finished speaking, he increased the output of his magic power, and the number of silver threads instantly increased by more than ten times.

The silver threads shot out from Quentin's entire body and headed straight for Flanders.

"Oh! Good opportunity!"