Looking at Ankhseram's high and mighty posture, Alan's knuckles turned white from excessive force, and his nails dug deep into his palms, oozing beads of blood. His temples throbbed violently, veins bulging like winding earthworms, and the surging magic power within him was on the verge of bursting through the constraints of his blood vessels.
"Hoo—"
On the brink of eruption, Alan closed his eyes and took a deep, long breath. The icy-cold air flooded his lungs, slightly cooling his boiling anger. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had returned to clarity, save for an even more ferocious fire burning in the depths of his eyes.
Chapter 221