Chapter 932: Just You Wait
A layer of white flame burned on the palm, yet it radiated no heat at all. It was just like that Frost Giant's Hand—no trace of cold could be felt.
Leon gazed coldly at Difo, who was trapped in the giant hand. His expression was icy, utterly devoid of emotion—not even anger remained.
At this moment, far in the distance, Heron finally slew another orc warlord. The last orc warlord fled, and Heron didn’t bother to give chase. He hadn’t even flown over yet, but he was already shouting.
"Archmage Leon, please show mercy!"
Heron became a streak of black light, soaring across the battlefield. His raging magical power burst forth, knocking aside every orc in his path—he didn’t pause for a second, face twisted with anxiety and frustration.
Heron landed several dozen meters away from Leon. He was about to step forward when Leon glanced at him with a blank expression, magical power flickering around him like fire.
Seeing this, Heron's heart skipped a beat, and his advancing foot froze in midair. At a time like this, he dared not approach Leon too closely.
A trace of worry appeared on Heron's face.
This time, Leon was truly angry. The less he seemed angry, the more furious he actually was. Now, he’d likely made up his mind to kill that idiot Difo. If I get any closer, he might even think I’m about to attack him myself.