The Meeting
With a forceful push against the ground, Howard retreated, the long blade grazing past him.
The mana vortex dissipated, forming an intersecting electric net, where silver-white electric light wove together, emitting a shrill sound to block Sorovo's pursuit.
Escaping the hall, Howard's steps didn't cease, fully mobilizing his mana for the sake of acceleration.
Sorovo, whether in terms of mana capacity or mana flux, far surpassed him, naturally extending to speed as well.
Now, if he didn't seize the opportunity to widen the gap, Howard had no chance of escape.
Almost at the moment Howard flipped onto the roof, Sorovo had already charged out of the hall with his long blade in hand.
Forcing his way through the electric net made him appear somewhat disheveled, but the paralysis of his body didn't concern him overly; such a degree of effect couldn't slow his pace.