No sooner had Quenric come to a halt than he transformed into a streak of flowing light, charging toward Jaxon once again.
The terrifying pressure swept across the entire Tenth Hall, so oppressive that it made it difficult for anyone to breathe.
Jaxon's eyes hardened, and he addressed Orion, who was about to take action, "Don't move. Let me handle this!"
With gritted teeth, Jaxon leapt forward, propelling himself toward Quenric like a cannonball.
Quenric had engaged in a contest with Jaxon. For the time being, it was challenging to determine a clear winner.
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