If hit, Adrian would be unable to wield his sword which would inevitably weaken his combat power. Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. It looked as if Adrian could not dodge the attack in time, but in reality, he just did not feel the need to do so.

"You're quite remarkable as a fighter, but you're still no match for me," Adrian remarked. His Draco Force shielded him from Clark's punch, rendering it ineffective and wounding Clark's hands instead.

"What are you?" Clark gasped, his face dark with suspicion. He failed to notice that the blood dripping from his fists was steadily flowing toward the statue.

"Rather than questioning my identity, why don't you turn around and look at what's behind you," Adrian suggested, pointing his sword toward the statue.

Clark suddenly felt a stinging sensation in his hands. Looking down, he was horrified to see that his hands had dried up just like the desiccated corpses under the statue. All the moisture in his hand had vanished, leaving on