During Duke's frantic escape, he could vaguely sense that the Level 4 presence was moving away.
It wasn't coming towards him, but was in pursuit in another direction.
Deep in the magma, there was another demigod-level mage, the one called Mateo.
Clearly, Jin Mo chose to chase the bigger prey.
Duke was silent for a moment, having no time to mourn for Mateo, nor did he stop his steps.
...
Mateo sped through the magma, a pale blue shield drawing a faint trajectory in the dark red lava.
The demigod-level mage's spiritual power was strong enough that even in this energy storm-ravaged magma depths, he could maintain a stable perception range.
And within the perception range, the presence behind him was closing in.
Fast, too fast.
He had lived for over six hundred years and wasn't among the top tier of demigod-level mages in the Wizard Council, but he had seen much of the world.
