Chapter 127
Seeing the look of disbelief on Clayton’s face, the group of ragged men responded with mocking laughter. Without hesitation, they resumed their assault on him.
But Clayton didn’t just stand there. He swiftly conjured a Water Dome around himself.
Bang!
Boom!
A series of magical explosions echoed through the area, filling the surroundings with chaos and thick clouds of dust.
Believing Clayton had been obliterated by their relentless barrage, the group casually approached the spot where he had last stood. Despite the haze left behind by the spells, they were confident—no one could’ve survived such an attack.
"Hahaha! What a fool! Looks like you didn’t even get the chance to use your ’ace weapon’ or ’magic scroll’!"
"Haha, this just makes looting your corpse easier!"
Brimming with arrogance, they continued forward.
But as the dust began to settle, their smug expressions faltered. Their eyes widened in shock when they saw Clayton still standing, completely unharmed, inside his intact Water Dome.
A faint smirk curled the corner of Clayton’s lips, making their faces darken. That smile—it felt like a direct insult to their pride.
Humiliated, they shouted more jeers his way.