For the next several minutes, Adam continued to teleport at fixed intervals and cast giant flaming spheres toward the sky.
The Cult Leader, who had finally caught up to the raven-haired youth, couldn't help but turn solemn.
One thought echoed in his crazed mind.
How is the boy casting spells?
Either Adam's comprehension of the School of Invocation was similarly very deep, allowing him to cast Great Fireballs with one hand.
Or… he had sohow managed to completely heal his injured hand.
Both outcos were equally terrifying.
Watching the youth hurl several Great Fireballs from different regions within the vast sea of forest ahead, the lich couldn't help but beco extrely wary of what Adam was attempting to do.
The lich knew it was likely a trap.
But the Dark King was exhausted, injured, heavily depleted, and rapidly running out of options. He could not let this opportunity go.
Besides, even if danger truly awaited ahead, the Cult Leader remained confident in his ability to defend against whatever the youth had prepared.
More importantly, he could no longer allow Adam to escape — especially considering he could teleport. No matter what awaited him within that forest, he had no choice but to pursue.
And so, he activated his defensive artifact and approached his target.
As he pursued the Dark King through the forest, he gradually noticed sothing strange.
The Great Fireballs Adam had been hurling were not random. They were following a circular trajectory. One after another, the blazing spheres soared high into the heavens before disappearing behind the thick clouds blanketing the skies above the forest.
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