"Did we succeed?" Velina whispered as she saw that Daniel wasn't moving at all.
"I don't know," Rowan replied, feeling uneasy. It all seemed too easy, and that alone gave him a bad feeling.
He stood up to get a closer look at the white-haired boy's condition. However, as he took a step closer, Daniel's hand suddenly moved—and before Rowan could react, his neck was grabbed.
"Ghhk—H-how… how?" Panic suddenly took over Rowan's mind as the feeling of suffocation shook his entire being.
Daniel's empty eyes once again turned golden. He looked at the blue-haired boy whose throat he was holding with a mocking gaze.
"You thought such a weak skill could break my soul?" he laughed, then turned his eyes to Velina.
To be fair, he had to give some credit to the girl's skill. The one she used had actually disrupted his consciousness for about a second. If his spiritual strength had been even slightly weaker, it could've been a problem.
