Lana could see that Faye was in no condition to defend herself, so she immediately positioned herself in front of her teacher. A wry smile appeared on Faye's face upon seeing this. Never did she think that a day would come where her student would have to save her life. However, in her current state, she truly was powerless to do anything.

All of a sudden, a vortex of wind appeared amid the layer of churning crimson clouds in the sky, and a bolt of black lightning descended from the center of the vortex before stroking the top of Lana's head, causing her body to jerk involuntarily bolt upright, while her long red hair danced wildly around her. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and she was biting down onto her own lower lip with such force that she was drawing blood. Cold sweat was pouring down her forehead, and even though her wrist was trembling violently, her hand remained firmly locked around her silver staff, not daring to relax even for an instant. It was clear that the backlash from the energy of this arcane spell was inflicting immense torment upon Lana. This wasn't the significantly watered-down version of the arcane spell that she had unleashed during the Pillow Sword Tournament. If it weren't for her exceptional magic power and mental fortitude, she would've...