Fyyian glanced around himself, and in the vast swamp, Lynch was the only obstruction, while his side had thousands upon thousands of undead monsters. He laughed heartily, shaking his finger at Lynch and said, "Since you're not smart enough, you've lost the qualifications to be a mage! Haha, how long can you stand in front of my Fyyian's army? One minute or two?"
"I don't know either." Lynch still wore a smile, "So, I'm particularly eager to find out the answer."
With that, he waved his magic wand, and the dazzling blue light gathered at the tip of the powerful wand. Fyyian squinted his eyes, staring at Lynch's actions while carefully listening to his spell pronunciation. Only this way could he identify the spell being cast.
"Lightning Spell!" Lynch used his most proficient offensive method, and surging energy flowed out, transforming into dazzling electric light aimed straight at Fyyian's position.
