CHAPTER 884
Grey felt his vision swimming and blurring for a moment after that devastating slam into the ground.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis, and the ringing in his ears drowned out the dry whistle of the wasteland wind.
But with a frantic shake of his head… as much as he was allowed to within that iron grip, he quickly regained his focus.
Grabbing Borfan's hand which was still clamped tightly around his neck, the mage maintained a steady, desperate grip.
His legs suddenly coiled around, whipping from the side with jagged earth surrounding his limbs as he tried to reinforce his natural strength with elemental armor.
He bashed his heels into the warrior's head with all his might, the impact echoing across the silent plain.
However, the reinforced earth simply crumbled from his legs upon contact; his kick did nothing to the man's stoic posture… it failed to even budge the warrior an inch away.
