Alan's earlier strike had only succeeded because they were caught off guard.
Now, with the three brothers combining their strength and activating the formation, they were confident they could even challenge a late-stage tier-bronze mage.
In their minds, Alan was as good as dead.
But just as they had this thought, the formation, glowing with intricate patterns, began to ripple as if disturbed by an unseen force.
The formation's boosts to their strength and speed suddenly waned, and the backlash even disrupted their mana flow, hindering their power!
Something was wrong.
A brief flash of panic crossed the brothers' minds. Before they could regain their composure, Alan struck again.
The scarred man instinctively tried to retreat, only to find a wall of earth-element magic materializing behind him, blocking his escape.
A mage!
The scarred man's eyes widened in terror.
He gathered the rushing magical energy within him to shield his neck, forming a protective barrier like a river.
