"If this continued, we'll run out of mana first before the rank 8 magic beast can be defeated," Dina said with a dark face.
The dark element magic that she used also consumed a lot of mana. If this continued, Dina felt that she would have to forcefully absorb mana from the magic cores, which will affect her mental state once more.
Even though the meditation she used could help to counter the side effect to a certain degree, Dina didn't really want to suffer again.
"It couldn't be helped." Peter rushed towards the rank 8 magic beast once again and punched it on the stomach.
*roar!*
"Damn! Is the stomach made of steel?" Peter also cursed as he rubbed his hand and avoided the rank 8 magic beasts' attack once again.
"Get away! I'll be the channel of thunder, transmitting the power of lightning and projecting it towards my enemy… the great lightning spear!"
BOOM!
