Just the roar of the fiery old man forced the Marquess back by multiple steps. He was already severely injured by the scorching flames, and the increasing temperature of standing next to the Flame Lord was hurting even more, with a hint of caution in his eyes.
He put a glowing rare pill in his mouth, a medicine that could even mend the serious injuries of a 5th phase being by 50-60%.
His burned body began to heal subtly, but Mason's eyes did not move from the Greaves patriarch, in fear that this old man would attack him. Even amongst the 5th phase beings, there were vast differences. For example, Martin Greaves was much older than Mason.
He had been in the 5th phase for much longer. So, the Flame Lords' advantage was obvious.
But Mason wasn't afraid of him; it was only because he was caught off guard by this old fart. He sneered coldly as his injuries had mostly healed up, "Flame Lord, do you think I'm afraid of you. You think I don't possess the means to counter your flames?"
