The poisoned needles zipped through the air with blinding speed. They were impossible to avoid, and each was aimed directly at vital points. One hit meant certain death.

"Hmph! What a simple parlor trick." The gray-robed elder, Aven Foyer, stood motionless.

A sudden burst of golden light flared around him. The needles struck the light but bounced away, which left him completely unharmed.

"Glow Incantation?" Marcell seemed to have expected this. He smirked but didn't stop attacking.

With a quick motion, his hands moved in rapid succession. A new wave of poison needles poured out like a torrential storm and swept toward Aven.

"Get him!" Marcell shouted as he signaled his men to attack.

He knew well that the guardian of Sacred Wyrm Summit's forbidden ground wasn't someone he could take down alone. So, he had no choice but to overwhelm Aven with numbers.

"Kill him!"

Without hesitation, the two groups of men drew their weapons and charged toward Aven in a coordinated assault. Pois