Boom! A rippling shockwave echoed out as Aurelian's figure blurred. Unable to contain himself any longer, his fingers curled into fists and slammed toward the figure before him. A smirk spread across his face.
"Guess you're not as strong as—"
He paused, his eyes narrowing, the smug look fading as his punch tore through the figure, dissipating into wisps of energy.
"A mirage?" His breath hitched, his eyes shrinking suddenly as he felt a presence step behind him. His sphere of soul detection screamed a warning—another shockwave was heading straight for his head.
Without hesitation, his figure blinked. Mana coated his feet as he scaled fifty meters in an instant, narrowly dodging the blow. Azrael's punch tore through the air where Aurelian had stood a heartbeat ago. The air screamed in protest before crashing into the ground.
An explosion followed, the dungeon floor cracking violently as rubble and stone burst upward, leaving behind a five-meter pit.
